This year we decided to travel out to Spain by ferry rather than drive down through France. The return journey would be north across France.The outbound ferry was cancelled due to a North Atlantic hurricane and we actually sailed four days later than we expected. Rather than sailing directly to Santander, as we had booked, the rescheduled ferry called into Brest and this delayed us yet another day so we were now five days behind our schedule and arrived in Spain at Bilbao  and not Santander.No problem we just shifted everything forward.We were travelling with our friends, Keith and Frances Gander throughout the trip and were meeting up with our neighbours, Geoff and Sandra Rance in Benicassim.We forgot to unblock toll routes on our Sat Nav and so we were guided into Bilbao town centre rather than quickly picking up the Bilbao - Zaragoza motorway. The streets in Bilbao were becoming busier and narrower and both of our Sat Navs just ended up going round in circles - arrrgh!!It was no good attempting to map read because we did not know exactly where we were in Bilbao! Back to instinct and road signs to find our way out.
After losing about an hour we picked up the AP68 motorway and headed south east across Spain towards Zaragoza(below) coffee stop on the route south - note The Pyrenees in the background.
We arrived at the CampingCuidad de Zaragoza by late afternoon. This campsite is nothing special but it is quite suitable and safe for an overnight stop. Across the road, and some rough ground, is a shopping area with cafés and a supermarket, very handy to stock up your freezer (if you emptied it whilst on the ferry due to no mains power). We were fortunate enough to have mains hook up on the ferry which you can ask for at check in - but there is no guarantee.Poor Keith had caught one of his locker drawer fronts on a low level post whilst entering the site and so we had to undertake a quick repair to get him back roadworthy for the morning. A few bungees came in handy to make running repairs and a proper fix was planned for when he got back to UK.Next day we were on our way again. We had decided that we could reach the campsite in Benicassim within an easy days driving. As we neared the Mediterranean coast we passed a very interesting mountain top town that looked as if it would be well worth a visit at some time. We later discovered the town is Morella, located on Route 232, and is a well known attraction in the area.
We arrived at Camping Azahar in Benicassim late afternoon and checked in for a one month stay. We had stayed here last year and enjoyed it so much that we decided to return again - we were not disappointed.There is a smarter, more formal campsite just along the road, Camping Bonterra Park, but we prefer the more laid back atmosphere of Camping Azahar.Have a look at our photos and description from Spain in 2015. Here are a few more photos and text from this year.
One of the many things that we like about Camping Azahar is the friendliness of the other campers. They are not intrusive but more than happy to help with problems. Everyone mucks in together and there is plenty of good hearted banter. Many have been regular vistors here for years and we were flattered at how readily they accepted us into their social group.Shortly after we had arrived there was a birthday party organised for everyone who was born in 1946 (i.e. 70 this year). There were 12 people who qualified but everyone on site joined in the party. The campsite opened the bar and laid on tables and chairs on the patio by the pool. The local band came along and played for free and all the campers (of all nationalities) brought along a large plate of food to share out. It was a super day and great fun.(below) The birthday boys and girls - Sandra 4th from left.
(left) Desnée, Frances and Sandra catch up on the gossip
(right) beach bar Bavarra which is a fantastic spot for a lazy lunch.We could cycle here along the prom and boardwalk. Cycling is strictly prohibited but nobody takes any notice at this time of year.
VALENCIAAnother pleasant surprise for us was that we were invited to join in a pre-arranged coach trip into Valencia. As we had never visited Valencia we decided to go. The old part of the city is lovely but there is also a very modern area where there are a number of museums and technology centres. Time did not permit a visit to the modern area buy we managed to take a few snaps as we passed by in the coach (below).
The city centre was just as impressive with traditional Spanish architecture. In particular, the main railway station is worth a visit as it is decorated with beautiful, glazed tile murals. The photos (left and right) are just one of the walls in the station Waiting Room.The room is about 20 feet high. As you can see, the ceilings are also just as decorative.