We do our best. Try to ascertain. Make the best decision. But in the end, it’s often down to pot luck.
We’re edging slowly north. Eating a few miles here and there. Leaving less portions to chew on when the main course home follows in a couple of weeks time.
Our intended two or three nighter at Blue Bay Camping gets cut short. We wake to grey rain. Decide to move on. We don’t really want to. There’s nothing to do in this area. Unless you’re a mountain goat.
Arrived early yesterday. Made the most of one our top five pitches. Perfect view. Perfect water temperature. Calm. Bliss. At 15 euros a night our cheapest stop too.
We extend our day for as long as possible. Eat out. Then take in a movie. Or rather, take out a movie. All time first. No neighbours. Not quite a drive in. More of a beach in.
It’s BIG Sunday. EU Election Day. The Mayor over the bay gets elected. The lights in view blaze into the early hours. As does the music. They’re celebrating. A live band performs until 1.30am. The bay picks up every note. Amplifies them. Throws them over. Beastie catches them as adept as any outfielder. They’re too hot to handle. He won’t let go though. His inners reverberate. As do ours.
Blue Bay Camping low down on the reviews ratings. Our next stop Camping Sikia is an award winning site. Max ratings by all. Anticipation runs high.
Camping Sikia is full – almost. They find us this last remaining spot. We make do. Pretend it’s just like being on a home patio. It takes a long beach-side walk before we’re no longer glum-chums.
