Benidorm, "sweet greens and blues are the colours I choose" (J Taylor)

24^th – 25^th November 2013

We drive northeast back along the coast towards Alicante and stop near Benidorm.

I always thought Benidorm a resort town, with Irish pubs and fish and chips, and a tacky coastal area with large hotels. However as you approach, the landscape turns pleasantly green. This makes a real change from the grey and dusky countryside further south.

Then the roads lead you onto the Benidorm bypass circuit, and you get a look at the city. It is full of high rise buildings, and modern too. And it is a huge city. I wasn’t expecting that.

Fortunately we are staying at a site in a village or town just north of Benidorm, at L’Alfas del Pi. We were going to the site listed in our book, but instead stop at a site we get to about 1km earlier, at Orange Grove campsite. We are met by a jolly Welsh couple; he instantly reminds me of Rob Brydon, but without the sharp haircut. His name is Dai, short for David apparently.

He shows us to a pitch, and tells us there is a bread van that calls in the morning at about 0830, and that we can have that pitch until 15^th when it is booked for the winter. Several people stay here for the duration of winter, and it is certainly cheaper and more pleasant than being in England.