Monday 6 February 2012
We got up and bade farewell to Clive and Annie at about 9:30 with the hope of connecting with them in Brittany where they have a home. The new neighbors were a German couple named Heinz and Luzie who were bird watchers. Soon after meeting us they said we were rare birds (or was that odd birds?) It was discovered that Luzie teaches children music as does Dian and they exchanged some songs and CDs for their “kinder” classes.
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| A couple guys we met who had just come back from fishing |
We decided to drive into Algeciras for a test run. Our ferry departure wasn’t set in stone but with the help of a Rick Steves (tour guru) contact named Aziz Begdouri, we had a lead on an inexpensive one. We stopped off at Torre De La Pena and Ana printed out Charles’ and Sebastian’s auto information for insurance purposes for us. We then headed into the port, a 20 minute drive through hilly pastureland with towering windmills at the crest of each one.
The port was full of barriers and lanes that we followed until we got to the main ferry building. Unfortunately the price for a round trip ticket for three with the van kept going up from the price we had been told about. Aziz came through with another company and a BETTER PRICE! We would leave from Algeciras but land in Spain on the continent of Africa where Spain still retained a plain - (we couldn’t resist.)
We headed back to Tarifa (the closest town to our free camp) for some groceries and dinner at a restaurant called Coyote – not exactly the Tex-Mex Charles was hankering for but close enough. Our Italian waiter/cook, Max made us feel right at home with the Route 66/Surfer décor and we had burritos, chili and lasagna. Delicious! Dian did a sketch of his grandmother making the family recipe for lasagna in Bologna as she imagined the scene. He displayed it in his front window stuck to the fridge then gave us a pirate decal which reminded the Happy Trails Gang of San Pedro’s own Pirates (except these crossbones were surf boards.)
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| Drawing by Dian for Max |
We decided to drive into Algeciras for a test run. Our ferry departure wasn’t set in stone but with the help of a Rick Steves (tour guru) contact named Aziz Begdouri, we had a lead on an inexpensive one. We stopped off at Torre De La Pena and Ana printed out Charles’ and Sebastian’s auto information for insurance purposes for us. We then headed into the port, a 20 minute drive through hilly pastureland with towering windmills at the crest of each one.
We headed back to Tarifa (the closest town to our free camp) for some groceries and dinner at a restaurant called Coyote – not exactly the Tex-Mex Charles was hankering for but close enough. Our Italian waiter/cook, Max made us feel right at home with the Route 66/Surfer décor and we had burritos, chili and lasagna. Delicious! Dian did a sketch of his grandmother making the family recipe for lasagna in Bologna as she imagined the scene. He displayed it in his front window stuck to the fridge then gave us a pirate decal which reminded the Happy Trails Gang of San Pedro’s own Pirates (except these crossbones were surf boards.)
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