30th May 2009

We got up really early and packed the van then went to reception to complain about the music.  Paul told them he didn't want to pay as we’d been kept awake all night and asked why nobody told us about the concert when we checked in.  We felt that they’d deliberately avoided telling us just so they could take our money.  He was furious.  The girl went off to find the manager and after about ten minutes came back and said "Okay, you don't pay, but you must sign this form".  So he did and we left and headed for the next campsite.  We did worry that two miles up the road the police would stop us and arrest us for failing to pay, but nothing happened.
I must say I'm feeling very fed up with everything at the moment.  I'm sick of eating nothing but cold meat, cheese and salad or BBQ hot dogs and burgers, we've got no TV to watch and haven't seen any for weeks. We crossed the border back into Spain and reached the next campsite, Camping Playa Paxarina.

Camping Playa Paxarina

It's in a nice location right on the beach but it's very busy, a bit too crowded actually. It's too hot and there are loads of really attractive girls in bikinis wandering about. I went and laid down in the van and had a sleep whilst Paul sat outside and read. (Well he would wouldn't he!).  In the evening it cooled down a bit so I went and sat outside.  We had no food in, so Paul wandered up to the hotel, which was situated at the entrance to the campsite, to see what the restaurant menu looked like.  Guess what? It's closed so no dinner for us tonight.  I might have expected it the way our luck seems to have run the last few days. I had a quick check to make sure our guardian angel was still in place!