It was about a 45-minute run from our campsite in Saint-Jean-de-Luz to our next campsite, in Spain, at San Sebastién [San Sébastian if you’re French]. We didn’t have to be there until midday so we left shortly before 11:00 to allow time to call into a local Lidl supermarket. Unfortunately the car park wasn’t exactly motorhome friendly but we eventually managed to abandon ship and do our shopping. You don’t get sensible BiBs of wine in Spain so they were high on our wish list before leaving France.
Shopping complete, we got onto the French autoroute using our French toll tag, We seamlessly crossed over the border onto what was now a Spanish autopista. There was no welcome to Spain sign; you really wouldn’t have noticed the change. You wouldn’t have noticed the change until, that is, you saw a Spanish toll sign approaching, I suddenly woke up and realized that we had to switch to our Spanish toll tag from the now useless French toll tag. Francine had a swift rummage in the glove box before locating and changing it. We approached our first Spanish toll plaza a little heart-in-mouth but happily it worked.
[Interestingly, our friend in the Netherlands said that he, having a European bank account, has a single toll tag that works in both countries.]
Camping Igara is approached via a narrow, almost single track road running for a couple of kilometres through a wooded area. It’s best not to arrive too early to let departing vehicles leave. Naturally, we met another slightly late departing motorhome coming the other way.
Our tour leader, Andy, had a group booking. We checked in with our passports and got to one of our group’s allotted spaces. As is often the case these days, the majority of this campsite has been converted to cabins but the few motorhome pitches that remain were perfectly pleasant.
Once settled, we began meeting the other folks on our tour; there are five couples plus the tour leader, Andy. Naturally we needed an installation drink or two before we all gathered in the early evening for a group munch on charcuterie and cheese washed down with cider [we are in sidra country] and/or wine and/or beer.
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