Tuesday 31 January 2012
The last day of January found us rising early from our cozy mechanic shop parking lot (where the evening before they had given us permission to stay). Even though the ranting man/woman (we couldn't tell) was admonished by the police the night before, we had fallen asleep easily and were well rested the next morning.
By 6:60 AM Charles and Dian were navigating the hour drive to Algeciras while Nicole snoozed till we arrived. The port was just awakening and we found a hospitable Marriott with nearby street parking. Charles went in to use the "weefee" (as the Spanish pronounce it) and Dian and Nicole stowed stuff. After grabbing a croissant and coffee (for which we were later banned from using the "guests only lounge"), Charles and Dian walked to Corte Ingles the huge "everything" department store in search of a new phone and charger to replace the ones we lost. Lord love a duck, if it wasn't one thing it was another. The deal we got was good since the charger would work with our old Dutch phone and came WITH the new one. We put 20 euro on the Sim card and the lovely senorita helped us register everything from the store computer - in Spanish!!! We also found a nifty gift for Grandad's 87th birthday and were able to mail it in the basement post office. (The sales woman was impressed when Dian pointed out the Daisy Duck wrapping paper and her voice history with the character.)
Groceries were bought and insurance was checked into for driving in Morocco ALL at Corte Ingles. Unfortunately the insurance woman couldn't help with our situation but drew a wonderful map of two other places to try.
Nicole and Charles tried the other places after lunch but no dice (dicey neighborhood though.) We concluded our day in Algeciras with the long put off "toot"orial on out porta-potty. This provided some good laughs and the knowledge that if and when we were in an emergency situation with no bathrooms available we could use our own.
The last day of January found us rising early from our cozy mechanic shop parking lot (where the evening before they had given us permission to stay). Even though the ranting man/woman (we couldn't tell) was admonished by the police the night before, we had fallen asleep easily and were well rested the next morning.
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| Don Quixote-themed tiles |
By 6:60 AM Charles and Dian were navigating the hour drive to Algeciras while Nicole snoozed till we arrived. The port was just awakening and we found a hospitable Marriott with nearby street parking. Charles went in to use the "weefee" (as the Spanish pronounce it) and Dian and Nicole stowed stuff. After grabbing a croissant and coffee (for which we were later banned from using the "guests only lounge"), Charles and Dian walked to Corte Ingles the huge "everything" department store in search of a new phone and charger to replace the ones we lost. Lord love a duck, if it wasn't one thing it was another. The deal we got was good since the charger would work with our old Dutch phone and came WITH the new one. We put 20 euro on the Sim card and the lovely senorita helped us register everything from the store computer - in Spanish!!! We also found a nifty gift for Grandad's 87th birthday and were able to mail it in the basement post office. (The sales woman was impressed when Dian pointed out the Daisy Duck wrapping paper and her voice history with the character.)
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| We gave away the painted box to the community center nearby where we were parked |
Groceries were bought and insurance was checked into for driving in Morocco ALL at Corte Ingles. Unfortunately the insurance woman couldn't help with our situation but drew a wonderful map of two other places to try.
Nicole and Charles tried the other places after lunch but no dice (dicey neighborhood though.) We concluded our day in Algeciras with the long put off "toot"orial on out porta-potty. This provided some good laughs and the knowledge that if and when we were in an emergency situation with no bathrooms available we could use our own.
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