Saturday 16th November.
We are in Spain, just. We are on a campsite just south of Olot in Cataluna and it is pouring down. We left Port-Vendres this morning and after several detours (more later), we arrived at Cadaques. Salvadore Dali lived and painted here for many years and there is a museum dedicated to his life and work which was, of course, closed today. Cadaques though, not withstanding the grey skies, is a beautiful little town with houses built on steep narrow streets leading up from the harbour and restaurants tucked into tiny alleyways. From the number of restaurants I guess this place would be very busy during the warmer months.
Our plan this morning was to call into the garage for some LPG and them head off, picking up some fresh bread on the way. Nearly every petrol station we've passed in France has had LPG but Super U today didn't have any. The lass there said to go to the big DIY store that we'd just passed, they would have some. We went there and they didn't have any but the lass there said to go to Super Marche 10k in the wrong direction they certainly would have LPG. They didn't but said the service station in the centre of Argeles would have some. We couldn't find the service station but we found a Gendarme parked up picking his nose. I tapped on his window which he wound down somewhat reluctantly and I apologized for my poor French linguistic skills and asked where we could find some LPG on a pump. Blank look. I trotted over to the motorhome and mimed filling up with LPG and trotted back to his car. Without even a smile he said in pretty good English "I have absolutely no idea".
We set off for Spain calling at every service station on the way with no success. Parked up tonight we did a bit of research and discovered that LPG in Spain is a rarity. The nearest garage is in Barcelona so guess where we're going tomorrow?
We are in Spain, just. We are on a campsite just south of Olot in Cataluna and it is pouring down. We left Port-Vendres this morning and after several detours (more later), we arrived at Cadaques. Salvadore Dali lived and painted here for many years and there is a museum dedicated to his life and work which was, of course, closed today. Cadaques though, not withstanding the grey skies, is a beautiful little town with houses built on steep narrow streets leading up from the harbour and restaurants tucked into tiny alleyways. From the number of restaurants I guess this place would be very busy during the warmer months.
Our plan this morning was to call into the garage for some LPG and them head off, picking up some fresh bread on the way. Nearly every petrol station we've passed in France has had LPG but Super U today didn't have any. The lass there said to go to the big DIY store that we'd just passed, they would have some. We went there and they didn't have any but the lass there said to go to Super Marche 10k in the wrong direction they certainly would have LPG. They didn't but said the service station in the centre of Argeles would have some. We couldn't find the service station but we found a Gendarme parked up picking his nose. I tapped on his window which he wound down somewhat reluctantly and I apologized for my poor French linguistic skills and asked where we could find some LPG on a pump. Blank look. I trotted over to the motorhome and mimed filling up with LPG and trotted back to his car. Without even a smile he said in pretty good English "I have absolutely no idea".
We set off for Spain calling at every service station on the way with no success. Parked up tonight we did a bit of research and discovered that LPG in Spain is a rarity. The nearest garage is in Barcelona so guess where we're going tomorrow?
It must be a Manning thing - we went to Cadaques in May, planning to go to the Dali Museum- there was a 6 hour queue........... we didn't wait! XX
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