We had parked Bee at the edge of the beach under some trees, so the mosquitoes and wasps were in abundance again. I woke with another 2 bites to add to my very itchy collection and only clocked up about 5 hours sleep. Decided to get on the road to Andorra and find a campsite on the way.
We travelled past the Delta de Ebro and crossed the Ebro River before getting stuck in traffic in L’Aldea. We then stopped at a Bonsai place just outside town and saw some awesome trees that were more than 120 years old. We eventually found a campsite on the hill outside the Medieval town of Montblanc. Reasonably priced (for Spain) and with good facilities. We have been here all afternoon hogging the washing machine. Everything in the van was covered in red dust from the hurricane, so we have washed the back curtains, the bed sheets, cushion covers and clothes etc. Hopefully clean sheets, an open tailgate and mosquito nets will bring a decent nights sleep.
Ant’s managed to scrape his head again down the washing line; I suspect by the time 8 days are up there won’t be any staples left to take out!
“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins