Beautiful Fiasco 



2nd May 2016

GEOFF said we should be away from Tarifa by 9:30. We were. If you were going by Tenerife Time. When we arrived from Tenerife we had to put the clocks forward by one hour, nobody has quite recovered from this, so we were all still in bed at ten past nine, having a very elaborate debate about who had bought mums handbag yesterday in Tarifa. She had seen one in a shop, but when she went back to buy it, it was gone…. This is all Geoffs fault, clearly!

Gibraltar could be seen in the distance. Mum had a geography lesson, because she thought that as Gibralter jutted south towards Africa, that it would be hotter there because it was closer to Africa. Mum is blond, you know that right?

She also asked to be told about Gibralters ownership, ie; That it still belongs to The UK. Which obviously the Spanish aren’t happy with, and naturally so. This is illustrated by the lack of sign posts for Gibraltar from the main part of Spain, and, we noticed, all the smelly factories in the area that we drove through, are to the West of the rockery ( as I call it !) which means the prevailing westerly wind blows all the fumes and pollution from Spain, that way!

” Why do we want it?” She asked….” Why don’t we just give it back to Spain.” The UK wants ownership of Gibralter because the Rock is strategically placed to control access to the Mediterranean.

She carried on asking stupid questions for some miles, even after Gibraltar was long gone, “Well, why don’t the Spanish just fight us to get Gibralter back??” GEOFF explained this time that Spain in fact were fighting all the time, politically and diplomatically by avoiding to support UK initiatives in EU situations. Which means, in lay mans terms that when the UK propose something for Europe, Spain often deliberately oppose it because of Gibraltar.

What else was interesting was the fact that as we discussed this we realised that at the opposite end of the Medditeranean UK have a strong military presence, thus some control perhaps, in Cyprus also. Clever really!

We passed all the Essex/ footballers wives getaways after that, today, on our journey; Marbella, Malaga, Torremolinas, etc……..On our last journey, after visiting Benidorm and stopping there for one night, driving through and looking at Marbella seemed a bit like looking at Benidorm with money. And today, with a second, clearer view, this seemed confirmed.

After these places the scenery changed and the view became as if drawn in dots, as each hillside was carefully split to house olive grove after olive grove, literally as far as the eye could see. These spread as far as the foothills of the Sierra Nevada which even from this distance we could see were snow capped.

Much hilarity pursued as mother realised that she was only travelling with flip flops, but decided that they would indeed take crampons, thus making them ” cramp flops!” She can’t wait to go ice climbing in her bikini and cramp flops tomorrow!!!
Up a windy mountain road, higher and higher ( towards the SNOW!!!! ) we followed Sabinas directions for the campsite. Stopping for a cheeky photo opportunity at a reservoir en route, where We encountered some polish girls who seemed intent on climbing down the steep scree to get to said reservoir? Seemingly ignorant to the flowers tied to the crash barriers above the overgrown rabbit track! Geoff informed them that the track could well be dangerous (!?) mebbe?!


After a minor nervous breakdown, due to an overdose of natural anti hystemine because my hay fever kicks in as soon as I see camping, erm, I mean grass, where I became spontaneously emotional for an hour, ( which is a bit like spontaneous combustion, but without the flames,) I recovered enough to be able to take in the fabulous scenery, and, more importantly, the size of the ants which were insistent on joining me in my bit of the tent. When I asked Geoff if he had seen the size of the ants, he said ” yes, I had one saddled and was riding it around the mountain earlier”

Looking at the forecast it appears it might get cold here overnight. I’m alright, I’ve got Asena, and the ants!!



Author: adventurerintrainingblog

I am a 14 year old boy and live and am home schooled by my parents aboard our 45 foot sailing yacht which we sail from Turkey. I have travelled through/ across Europe by road, several times now, and have also driven into the heart of Turkey, visiting Konya, Cappadocia and many other places. You can read about both of these experiences on the blog... However, at the moment you can read about our life aboard our yacht in Turkey during the winter... I hope you can come along for the ride, then sail along with me as I blog my sailing adventures for next year!

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