77. Acclimatisation

CANDAS, ASTURIAS, SPAIN

Again, Eliza Doolittle's famous lines are still just as far off the mark. As I write, the rain is still drumming down.

Fyfe dragged out the makings of his shanghai which we completed thanks to a suitable forked stick from the last campground.  The inspiration was the plentiful acorns at the last few campsites however there are none to be found here. Fyfe had a happy time slinging stones at the breakwater, across the inlet.

Still coming to terms with

Great to be able to cook in the awning

shops closing in the middle of the day, catches me out every time.  Fuelled at the local, full service, service station which has one pump, and a queue.  

Forget it, it's not happening.

Went to the Carrefour Mega supermarket as we needed to stock up on gluten free product. Without noticing I must have become attuned to French supermarkets as we failed to get about a third of the list and gave up in frustration.  Like the French supermarkets, what you want is interspersed with what it would appear, nobody really wants, the department store bit in the middle.

What would one do with these?

Went to clean the Disco today but couldn't find the polish/cleaner.  Hunted high and low through the Disco and the Giantavan front locker.  On breaking on a downhill section en route for the supermarket there was a few clunks on the roof and a green spray bottle flashed past the windscreen and disappeared under the front of the car. Mystery solved.