Aranjuez http://www.campingsonline.com/aranjuez/index.asp?idlengua=3 staying for 3 nights. The sat-nav took us on a tour of cobbled narrow streets through a lovely tourist-flooded town. I have come to distrust our sat-nav and despite my numerous insults while triple-checking our route on old fashioned maps it still led us astray! Eventually arrived at the site which was in need of radical updating but at least the facilities were clean (although I wouldn't like to meet what chewed the bottom off one toilet door). The electricity supply was as erratic as Hull City AFC's score board and our pitch was not only covered in sticky leaves but turned out to be the love shack for the local scruffy feral cat population. Mr H and I slipped into a routine of scraping the sticky stuff of our shoes and shoo-ing away the love cats in between cycling along the river bank into town.
Aranjuez Palace is where the Spanish royal family would holiday for the excellent hunting and fishing apparently. The parade ground we cycled through was the meeting place of a vintage scooter rally and we enjoyed a brief glimpse of these loved and pimped machines. Mr H was able to identify many of the different models proving his days as a mod were not in vain. Sods law we didn't have the camera with us that day but here are a few of my photos of the town.
|The Plaza Mayor|
|The indoor market|
|The Royal Palace|
|The Royal Cathedral|
|The Royal Theatre|
|The Royal Backside|
|The Royal Bottle Tops|
The baby tiger known as Deano guarded the pear drops (kindly donated for the journey by Rosie) as instructed.
The many tunnels through mountains and regular ear popping were an indicator of how high we were climbing.
Once again the sat-nav had some fun by sending us down a closed road. I leapt out of the RV in my new slippers to move a large red plastic thingy blocking the road, an elderly lady on the footpath giggled and shook her head at my antics but we were determined to get to the site. The road was wide enough to avoid the overhanging trees as we drove down the middle enjoying the luxury of no on-coming traffic until we realised the road was now a dead end! Plan B yet again, we had to take the trailer off to enable Mr H to turn the bus around, reconnect the trailer and go back the way we came to the amusement of the aforementioned lady. Mr H's directional instincts kicked in and he drove without hesitation to the site. We stayed for one night at http://www.campingburgos.com/01_principal.php?lang=EN where we had our first snow since starting our adventure, ok just a few flakes but cold enough to dig out the thick fleece bed throw, fluffy socks and hot soup!