Tapp's Travels

Monfrağue Park is a mere 8 km from our campsite, although the centre, where the Tagus (in reservoir format) winds excitingly through the rocky ravines, is perhaps 17 km away.  It’s time for a visit! First a walk along the…

We had a couple more days at Aranjuez before heading off to Plasencia.   I guess the highlight was the Sunday brunch at La Dolce Bailarina. But the walk in the Jardin del Principe was pretty good too.  It’s allegedly the…

The trip from Guijarrosa to Aranjuez was long and tedious.  The country is largely empty.  Empty of trees.  Empty of hedges.  Empty of animals.  Empty of campsites.  And there aren’t many towns either.  Those we do pass look uninterestingly industrial. …

The countryside around here, especially to the north, has lots of gently rolling hills sweeping down to the river plains along the Guadalquivir River.  And there are a few orange “groves” and the occasional olive tree!  I had NO idea…

On the way to to our next site at La Guijarrosa, we stopped for coffee at a roadside cafe/restaurant with a huge parking area in front.  Taking turns to watch our caravan, we noticed a very suspicious man wandering around…

Sadly, the weather is looking wet, wet, wet for several days!  Gordon and Pam, our Scottish neighbours have decided to turn tail and head for Portugal.  We’re going to tough it out.  We want to see Cordoba. But first we…

The weather forecast hereabouts is either very accurate or wildly wrong.  Sunday was predicted to be wet all day.  It turned out to be a lovely day.  We drove to Olvera and parked sensibly at the entrance to the old…

We’ve had the occasional ant join us in the caravan at Conil.  When we came to pack up, we discovered hundreds of the blighters had taken up residence in our battery locker.  Easy access up the power cable – and…

We have re-located to Camping Roche near Conil, about 30 kms South of Cádiz. Close enough to visit.  Far enough away to avoid the crowds.  The plan had been to drive to Puerto de Santa Maria and catch the ferry…

Sitting eating breakfast at our “rather cramped” Camping Villsom under palm  trees, we wonder just how far the oranges in the home-made marmalade we are spreading on our toast have travelled.  We are now just 10km south of Seville.  And…