Space Again

I’m sitting by a Portuguese baragem (lake/dam) listening to the Fado singer Marisa on the radio. The fluffy one is finally feeling well enough to go for a walk and is currently in search of some dolmen that we found on the map. Hugo is asleep on the driver’s seat, soaking up the sun. There are no other vans around us, they're all up in the official Aire, packed in like fish.

Baragem de Povoa

We had enough of sardine central in Badajoz. Our juggling neighbour had parked a small berlingo style van in the space next to his motorhome. Great, we thought! No one else will be able to fit in here. HA! How wrong we were. We were sitting comfortably watching a particularly fabulous Aussie DVD (The Dish, if you’re interested) when we felt the rumble of a camping car as it attempted to park in the minuscule space between Dickie and Juggle Central. It was so close we could barely open the door to get out and kindly suggest the driver bugger off.
‘Yes, it is a bit tight isn’t it,’ they appeared to be saying. Thankfully another neighbour could speak Spanish and English and we managed to get juggling boy to move his little van so that the new neighbours could move over. It all ended with many smiles, handshakes and ‘Feliz años’ but the event gave new meaning to the Aussie expression ‘tight as a nun’s nasty’.
After being woken by yet more tinny music, this time from the festival in the park next to the Aire, we decided it was time to move on before Mr Fluffy turned inside out with despair so we headed over the border to Marvao in Portugal. It’s a stunning hilltop village with views for days.

Space!!

Checking out the scenery

Hike to the fortress

Love a box hedge

Evening visitors

Our only problem there was a van full of mastiff-style dogs that parked next to us last night. The dogs were allowed to roam free with no leads so we felt trapped in Dickie until they left. What wimps we are.
We may stay here by the baragem for a couple of days and work on the tan.
Feliz Ano Novo to all.