Silent Nights

We aren’t ones for staying in the same place for very long, so it comes as a surprise that tonight will be our 5^th night without turning a wheel. High on our list of priorities for a suitable stopover is a quiet night, not something which is always guaranteed in Spain (or Portugal) with their culture of letting their dogs roam around at night behaving like animals! Here we have a silent night, either that or we’re going deaf in our old age.

We are noticing that all campervans come in various shades of orange, all coated in a layer, or layers, of sand and Harry was a prime example, having not seen water for over a month. To say we could build a sandcastle on his roof is maybe an exaggeration,, but I was surprised that the solar panel was still functioning. With the absence of a ladder I climbed up through the cab’s sunroof and proceeded to give everything on top a good clean. Getting down was a different matter, as I didn’t want to come back into the van wet and dirty. Fortunately we were parked close enough to a palm tree, making it perfect for a man with arms like an orang-utan. I descended the tree trunk as any self respecting primate would, which proved very entertaining to the passing tourists.

Notice the ladders in the background, some may see this as a tree.