Waking to views over impressive Spanish mountains, it was soon time again to brave the very narrow mountain roads (and crazy Spanish drivers!) and head on to our next stop. I have to say that I was already looking forward to getting onto some wider roads as even after covering some serious miles in our trip (not far off 6,000 now I think!) and driven on some ‘interesting’ roads, these really were hard work and not for the faint-hearted! So it was with great relief that we made it out of the mountains and found ourselves in one of the homes of Dali, Figueres.
As is now the norm parking the BFG can be a bit of a pain, so we found ourselves in a spot that had less than glowing reviews, but was free, seemed safe enough (there were other campers around) and was just a 10 minute walk from the main focus of the day, the Dali museum. I’m not really much of an ‘arty’ person (I generally leave that to Blaise), but I do find Dali’s work interesting so I was looking forward to learning more about both the work and the man.
To pre-empt what I’m about to say, it was peak season so we did expect a bit of a tourist scrum but……..as we joined the queue to get in, it was one of the first of a few reminders as to why we normally visit places like this well out of the main season!
After about 40 minutes we were in and with map in hand, set about making our way around this massive collection of the weird and wonderful images and sculptures to come out of the mad mind of Dali! The building that houses this collection is a work of art in its own right, but sadly not designed for the masses of people all trying to squeeze through the narrow corridors and into relatively small exhibition rooms!
Elbows sharpened and trying my best to stay calm we worked our way around and I was surprised by the range of styles that Dali produced having only seen the famous surrealist pieces.
Had it not been so busy I would have happily spent most of the day in there however I’m not great in crowds at the best of time (ask Blaise about me and shopping in London!) so having popped our heads in every room, and with my head about to burst from the amount to take in, made our escape!
After grabbing a quick snack of fartos (ha ha, nothing like a good fart joke!) we made our way back to the BFG and were pleased to see that she was fine and fully intact (I subsequently read of reported break-ins at the parking spot, but fortunately not today!). A quick spot of lunch and it was time to get back on the scorching road to our stop for the night.
On our way to the campsite it looked like the weather might be turning to give some cooler temperatures, as we heard thundery rumblings in the hills and saw the odd spot of rain, but it remained stubbornly hot! Checked in and parked up, we set about the usual tasks of consuming caffeine and getting logged onto the wifi so that we can keep you lot up to date!
Blaise left me in the van to head down to the communal area where we could get the wifi, and it was at this point that the heavens fully opened, turning the track up to our pitch into a mini river! After what seemed like a very long time Blaise returned having updated the blog and with a rather disturbing story of two young Spanish girls who decided that Blaise was their new best friend and that it was ok to follow her around and even talk to her when she was on the loo (despite them speaking no English and Blaise no Spanish)! Later that evening I also had the pleasure of meeting these two – if you want to get a true idea of the experience, just watch ‘The Shining’ and you’ll get the idea!
After all of this it was still super hot, so dinner eaten and sweating continuing we rested our heads, trying not to dream of Steven King films!