We wake to substantial rain. We have a big puddle outside the van, and our door mat, which recently got buried by a dog, is now waterlogged. Perhaps today is the day to throw it away.
We want to visit Gibraltar, don’t want to pay for a campsite, but don’t know where to park the van safely. We have concerns about the security of this area.
We decide to drive back to the dirt car park outside the border. We get there and make friends with some people there. It always feels like it helps if other people are keeping their eye out for you.
We get on the bikes and once again make our way across the border to Gibraltar. The weather is much worse today, and the traffic much less reduced. We are in Gibraltar and the bikes are parked in no time.
The Lord Nelson, pretty much the first English pub we find, is busy, the TVs are on and the atmosphere is good. They find us a table and we order a full English breakfast. We really enjoy watching the Royal Wedding. It feels good being in Gibraltar today, somewhere different to remember it by.
We shop in town for a few other bits (tea bags) and then get back to the bikes and hit the road. We decide to head for Ronda, a white hill town.
The roads wind through the mountains and spectacular views come and go as we pass through the cloud layer. At times we are crawling as visibility is very poor. We nearly experience two cars crash in front of us with some typically Spanish terrible road manoeuvres.
We get to the outskirts of Ronda, and check into the campsite. The same on I stayed at 5 years ago. They still have me on the computer system. It rains, so we stay in.