It’s been a while since I’ve been on this bloggy thing. We’re now in the Alpujarra, Andalucia, following a journey that was little short of Hell!
The van played up for the entire time, with dash lights flashing etc. Then, just to cap it all, having reached Spain, shortly after crossing the border from France – where, as usual, there was no trace of immigration or customs controls – my car, an ageing Honda CRV, began to run a tad hot! Not ideal when facing a lengthy traverse of the country from North to South!
I had to resort to driving with all windows open, sunroof open, and….and……and…..the bleeding heater on, just to take the excess heat from the engine! Far from useful in hot, steamy, summertime Spain.
The temperature stayed like this for the entire run through Spain, a troubling sight.
Jack was fairly good, albeit fed-up, and needed frequent drink breaks, as did we all, including the car!:
We finally arrived in the village, at the house, in early evening of the second day, after a gruelling twelve hour drive South from the overnight stop. We were all knackered but relieved to have arrived and survived the ordeal. Even Charlie was prepared to forgive us, I think. He spent most of the journey quietly in his cage, with the occasional whimper and demand for attention/affection:
We unloaded on the next day, with help from friends from a neighbouring village:
A bit more order now in place:
Charlie, as I’d expect, is a trifle more unsure at times. His curiosity, however, tends to win, though he has taken to leaping from this first floor sitting room window to the Calle below when unexpected or unknown visitors call!:
At other times, and just to flummox me, I’m sure, he’s pretty laid back, albeit draped over a significant three storey drop!!:
He has met his nemeses here though, a feral/stray ginger tom with a remarkable appetite for violence towards my buddy! No doubt, he’ll get the hang of things in time. For now, he spends more time indoors than usual, obviously avoiding the threatening behaviour of the local Toms!
For my part, I’m content to sit of an evening as the place cools a bit, with a glass of plonk and a book in the shade, listening to the sound of the fountain, running in the background, with fresh mountain water:
And it was good to come across this optimistic fellow traveller about one hundred Kms North of Granada, probably Africa-bound. It made me feel that despite our overheating and other mechanical problems, we’d probably make it okay. I only hope he did, too!:
Anyone fancy an olive?……: