My back wheel kept jamming and the reason was my Lidl (may God bless and keep it) pannier was catching the spokes, something I thought I had resolved by putting pieces of wood in the bottom of both sides. Stopped in the village to top up on beer and fags and luckily decided to put them in SWMBO's panniers Because as I was sweeping down the hill at 25 mph, the pannier really jammed this time, ripping to pieces and spreading everything that was in them, out of them and on to the road, new panniers required I think. Bike OK, me OK, beer and fags OK, so that was a good thing,
The day started off with a “big” wash, that is the sheets off the bed etc. €4 for the “Lavado” and an hour later they are hanging up on my improvised washing line. One of the rules here is that no washing lines are to be strung between the trees, so there you go.
Another thought of genius on my part was to do with refilling the fresh water tank. Since we chose not to be on a fully serviced site i.e. just electric, I have to get the water from the nearest water font, about 200 yards away. In similar situations I would fill two 15 litre water carriers, weighting 15 kgs a piece, and stagger back to the MS and then repeat until the fresh water tank was full. Tank is about 200 litres, go figure.
Then SWMBO has to hold a funnel while I pour the water in, lifting 15 kgs up to shoulder height for minutes on end is bad enough but because SWMBO does not want to get, not a drop of water on her, a lot of it splashes all over the place as she can't keep the bloody funnel still.
So I now drive to the font and fill both 15 litres along with as many 5 litres empty Lidl water containers as we have accumulated and spend about 15 minutes doing the job. With the funnel now gaffa taped to the MS hull it's a doddle and no SWMBO required.
Now that the camp site is quite busy the lack of locks on the bog doors is becoming more of a problem, putting on the final polish with the third sheet whilst holding the door shut with one foot needs a degree of flexibility I have difficulties with. I'm going to take a broom handle next time although what the Spanish may think I'm up to God only knows.
The pictures show the scene just outside the MS on Friday afternoon and then in the evening after eight Spanish caravans have arrived next to us. Individual sites are marked out but this means absolutely nothing to the Spanish, they just circle the wagons and set up their eating area to suit, personally it doesn't bother me a bit. Well except for the odd Spanish loud mouthed women, my God their voices carry. There is one who we have called Nici, mainly because she reminds us of Nici Swan, daughter of Alan and Pat our motorcycling friends, it's the racking laugh that does it. Unusually for a Spanish woman, she is a big woman and I would not want to stop a right hand from her and when she is around everybody knows it.
All that seems to be happening is if they are not clearing up after a large meal, they are preparing for the next. Last night they started putting the tables together and getting all the pots and pans, BBQ's and all manner of electrical cooking apparatus. Blokes disappeared to the bar and the women prepared and cooked the meal, first for the kids, then the adults. Expecting a long and noisy night, we watched the last of the Sopranos and went to bed about 12:30 am.
Last week end, when SWMBO was back in Dudley, was similar but I solved the problem of being kept awake all night by wrapping myself around a large portion of Mr Johny Walker. Unfortunately SWMBO does not allow me to have this when she is around because when I actually have whisky in my possession I tend to drink it because I like it so much and then I apparently snore a lot.
Copious wine and beer do the trick as well thoughbut. So I'm going to be OK, so she decides to use ear plugs. Well they were not particularly noisy and I did not here any music at all. In the early hours SWMBO has to get up for, well...you know and when she returns to bed shrieks to high heaven and bashing me about the head to wake me up because there is a giant cockroach on her pillow. It was one of her ear plugs, bless.
Just got back from a trip to Aldi and Euroski, giving Lidl (may God bless and keep it) and Simply supermarket a miss, unfortunately all the larger supermarkets are north of Pamplona and therefore a 30 odd mile round trip so you have to stock up on things. Any other place we have stayed at, a Mercadona was at most a cycle ride away so I must make sure I get enough beer, wine and fags to last a few days and as far as eating is concerned, I have plenty of corn flakes, beans and bread, what else do you need? We also changed the Repsol 11 Kgs gas cylinder, the thing had lasted about 3 months (cooking only), exchange fee is only €9.45, how cheap is that?
We will do a final Lidl (may God bless and keep it) and Simply run the day before the Leadbetters get here on Wednesday and make sure we get enough G&T in as Jeanne L. does have a fondness for the stuff as well as a good white wine.
Which reminds me; a long time ago, well about 25 years ago, our lot and the Leadbetter family went on a two week villa holiday on the Algarve in Portugal. A number of memorable events took place. After an afternoon BBQ at which I served my special Sangria which used 15 star Portuguese brandy as a base, rum, whisky, gin and a few others were in there as well and I think I put in a little red wine and some kind of fruit. Anyway I quite liked it and probably had more than my fair share. The rest of the afternoon is somewhat of a blur and apparently, round about dark, I went missing. After a long search with even SWMBO getting a tad concerned, I was found face down, in nettles, under the bushes at the bottom of the garden. There was a slight slope and apparently I had just rolled down it until stopped by the nettles and bushes, I cannot recall a thing.
Another thing was Derek and I going and finding the only Indian take away place in the whole of the peninsular, bringing back a meal for 4 and costing about £1.35. It was bloody awful, but cheap though.
But the other memorable moment was a masterpiece in deception. Jeanne kept banging on about her great taste in wines, Mateus was her current favourite, which says enough in itself.
Derek and I had obtained a very large, about 6 gallons, barrel of white wine which was OK, but at a pinch could be used on your fish and chips. So Derek, SWMBO and me drank this each night after de-cantering it into suitable containers, to the constant derision of Jeanne. So one night we filled an empty Mateus bottle with the stuff and made sure it was chilled. She didn't notice a thing and kept up her tirade at our bad taste. This lasted for over a week until the holiday ended and each night the same, it was very difficult not to let on and burst out laughing and on more than one occasion SWMBO had to leave the table to change as she had wet her knickers.
On the last night when all was revealed, Jeanne was not best pleased and commented that she thought all along that there was something not right about her drink, yeah, right!
So now another walk up to and hopefully around Mendigorria (we don't yet know where all the paths lead) and then back to check out the open bar, the bar that's actually open that is and get some dinner. BTW 34°C in the shade.
Tomorrow I plan to try and fix the roof rack bike carrier onto the Navara, so that should be fun.
Jokes, I think.
A general store hires a young female clerk with a penchant for very short skirts...
One day a young man enters the store, glances at the clerk and glances at the loaves of bread behind the counter. "I'd like some raisin bread, please,"the man says politely.
The clerk nods and climbs up a ladder to reach the raisin bread, which, of course, happens to be located on the very top shelf. The man, standing almost directly beneath her, is provided with an excellent view. As the clerk retrieves the bread, a small group of male customers gather around the young man, looking in the same direction. Right away, another guy asks for raisin bread and, then, each guy in turn is asking for raisin bread, just to see the clerk climb up and down.
After more than a few trips, the clerk is tired and irritated. She stops and fumes at the top of the ladder, glaring down at the men standing below. She notices an elderly man standing amongst the crowd.
"Is yours raisin too?" the clerk asks testily.
"No," croaks the old man feebly, "But it's startin' to twitch."
Three men are sitting in a room smoking cannabis. After a few spliffs they run out of gear.
One of the men stands up and says 'Look, we've got loads more tobacco, I'll just nip into the kitchen and make one of my specialty spliffs. Off he goes into the kitchen where he takes some Cumin, Turmeric and a couple of other spices from the spice rack, grinds them up and rolls
them into a spliff.
On his return he hands it to one of his smoking partners who lights it and takes a long drag. Within seconds he passes out.
Ten minutes go by and he is still out cold, so the others decide to take him to hospital. On arrival the nurses immediately take him to intensive care.
A doctor returns to the friends and asks 'So what have you been doing then? Smoking cannabis?'
'Well sort of', replies one of the guys, 'But we ran out of gear, so I made a home-made spliff.'
'Ahh' replies the doctor, 'And what did you put in it?'
'Oh, just a bit of cumin, some turmeric and a couple of other spices.'
The doctor sighs. 'Well that explains it.'
'Why, what's wrong with our friend?' asks one of the men.
'He's in a korma' replies the doctor.
Why is a Laundromat a really bad place to pick up a woman?
Because a woman who can't even afford a washing machine will never be able to support you.
Women are like guns, keep one around long enough and you're going to want to shoot it.
How many men does it take to open a beer?
None. It should be opened by the time she brings it in.
What's worse than a Male Chauvinist Pig? A woman that won't do what she's told!
Women are so unreasonable! My wife gets mad because every Saturday night I take a bath with bubbles in it. I mean, if Bubbles doesn't mind, why should she?
Some mornings I wake up grouchy...and some mornings I just let her sleep!
Bigamy is having one wife too many. Some say monogamy is the same.
Marriage is a 3-ring circus: engagement ring, wedding ring and suffering.
How is a woman like a laxative? They both irritate the crap out of you.
Why do men die before their wives?They want to.
Why do women have breasts?So men would talk to them.
Why do women close their eyes during sex?They can't stand seeing a man have a good time.
What's six inches long and two inches wide and drives women wild? Money.
Why did the army send so many women with PMS to the Persian Gulf? They fought like animals and retained water for 4 days.
Why are hurricanes normally named after women? When they come they're wild and wet, but when they go they take your house and car with them.
Why are hangovers better than women? Hangovers will go away.
Why do most women pay more attention to their appearance than to improving their minds?
Because most men are stupid but few are blind.
What does a 75 year old woman have between her breasts that a 25 year old doesn't?
Her navel.
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