Snowy white welcoming vistas around every turn as we head up into the worlds 16th smallest country. Our very own moving picture show.
We’d heard last year that there wasn’t much “to do” in Andorra. That is if you’re not a skier or a mountain goat. Happy to have changed our minds and opting to stay the one night instead of the two. With the temperature hovering around zero and an electrical hook up that kept tripping off we were not sad to leave La Massana and the over priced Xixerella site.
The winding journey up . . .
. . . and down being ample compensation.
On a competitive note, we’re thinking of creating a “Silly Billy” list. Under normal circumstances this would apply entirely to me. Mary-Ann’s recent slight of hand “slip up” prompted the idea. When leaving our last French site we’d been given instructions and an exit key fob to use if reception was unattended the following morning. The very simple instruction was – if reception is locked then raise the exit barrier with the fob and then slip the fob through the slot in the locked key fob catching box. This was my job. I imagine you’re ahead of me. Luckily we didn’t have to wait too long for a fob-toting helper to come along.
Mary-Ann evened up the score with a “super-bluper”. At the very chilly Andorra site she paid a visit to the site’s loo. It was a bit of a walk, so she wrapped up and put on her never to be without leather gloves. On entering the cubicle she removed them, tucked them under her chin and proceeded to do the necessary. At the point when she came to flush, she turned around, leaned forward and simultaneously lifted her chin, as she pushed the button. Lightning fast reflexes saved the day and a blockage that would have been hard to explain in Catalan. Fortunately they dried out with no damage done.
We got searched at the Spanish Customs when leaving Andorra. Its status as a tax haven means that many items are much cheaper – especially cigarettes. Beastie could have earned his keep on the black market if only we’d known beforehand. Apparently much of the little fertile land that it has, is given over to tobacco crop.
Then it wasn’t long before the skies started to clear and the temperature soared to 17C as Beastie trundled the road to Camping Vell Emporda at Garriguella. We’re hoping the 40mph gale subsides by tomorrow so we can Scoot into Figueres to check out Salvador Dali’s museum.