Pools Below Cascades
The weather remained dry and warm, about 16°, as we travelled south, leaving France and passing into Spain. We followed the coast road, bypassing Barcelona and a smaller town called Peniscola. I checked the pronunciation as to get it wrong could be embarrassing and, sure enough, it sounds a bit like “penyee scolla” (the “n” has a wiggle above making it sound like mañana) – too easy to get that one wrong, huh? We found a campsite called Camping Ribamar, situated in the hills at the end of a 1K dirt track road. The site was near to Alcossebre and was very clean and neat and was set in terraces on a hill overlooking the Mediterranean.
Many camp sites are closed at this time of year, so when a good one is open all the year round it can get quite busy. There were five or six other British campers, as well as a few Germans and Belgiums; and wherever we travel we always come across one or two representatives from the Netherlands; folk from cold, northern climes flocking south for the warmer weather. This site had a restaurant that opened for just an hour each evening. We ate there one night, the menu was very limited, and the lady who served us was also the cook and the bartender. She was very efficient although she spoke absolutely no English. We had a lovely evening sitting around a wood burning stove with two other couples, one German and the other Dutch.