Saturday 28 January 2017

Friday – Castellar de la Frontera

Don’t ever come here. The aire itself is good, clean and allowed us to do all the things campervanners need to do, but the town is awful. To say it’s a one horse town without the horse would be incorrect, as there is a statue of one on the midi-roundabout. The place is like a 1960’s Butlins camp in winter although, to be fair, we did walk around during siesta time. We walked past the oldest boy racer ever, he was in a clapped out car, sounding his horn at any opportunity and he was 70 if a day. The church tower is made of concrete and has graffiti on it. Apparently the place was built in 1971 to house people from the original Castellar de la Frontera which is 6 miles up the hill, so it proves that it wasn’t just in England that planners got it wrong in the ‘70’s! We will be visiting the castle and old town tomorrow.


En route to this soul-less place, we stopped off at Medina Sidonia, a hilltop city which, according to some, is the oldest city in Europe, probably along with 50 others claiming the same. Quite a remarkable place and well worth a visit, there are panoramic views and to the northwest we could clearly see Cadiz 20 miles away.
Cadiz with a fine variety of trees!






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