Post It from Camping Solo Puent, Castiello De Jaca, Arango, Spain. Thursday 12th June, 2014.

We decided to try and drive as far as we could reasonably do this day as it was on very good main roads and then we could enjoy a shorter day’s drive to cross the Pyrenees into France.

I had found many sites in this region heading for the Somport Tunnel in that book I bought from El Corte Ingles in Madrid so we were spoilt for choice. I loaded their coordinates into our TomTom and off we set. The journey was pretty unremarkable except for the views after we had climbed some of the high points reaching around 1200m, but there was nowhere to stop to enjoy them. Sharon was busy taking snaps through Bessie’s windscreen.

We ended up as far as we had possibly planned, 311 miles, at this campsite on the banks of the River Aragon and once again we were sharing our footprints with the pilgrims walking along the Camino de Santiago. There was not a lot in the village, no shops, a couple of restaurants but nothing else really except for the views and the tranquillity.

We arrived just before 5 p.m. and the reception was closed until that time so I had a chance to have a good look around after a car driver who was leaving allowed me in through the barrier. The site was very green and tidy and the facilities were excellent and spotless, there was even a small swimming pool. We were only one of two tourers stopping the night but there were a number of seasonal touring caravans on site and some large residential static holiday homes, some which were occupied by elderly Spanish couples.

The views were beautiful and Sharon spent some time trying to spot the big birds with the binoculars only to see the largest one as we drove out the site the next day. From the site we could see the snow-capped peaks in the distance and I was surprised that being at an altitude of around 1800m according to the site receptionist the overnight temperatures were quite good, around 10ºC as I recall. There was even free Wi-Fi at the reception but the speed was not good enough to Skype my sister successfully.

For the second time on this holiday we encountered some type of problem with the polarity of the electrics, despite using a reverse polarity lead the red light on my fuse box remained on, just like it had done at Salamanca. I shall have to remember to ring Sergeants when we get home and ask them what this means.

Regards, Roy