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Camping Cabo de Gata.
http://www.campingcabodegata.com

There is a lot you could like about this site, but there’s more to dislike.

When we first arrived there were children’s bikes scattered across the hauling way like shrapnel, which indicated only one thing.

There were children about, in large numbers!

This should have sent us scurrying for the hills looking for a Wild Camping Spot but no, we gave them a wide birth and found a plot that looked relatively Adult a Friendly.

Sadly we didn’t put enough distance between us as we should have as there are three caravans in the next row with three Spanish Families (all related or at least friendly) with about 10 kids and 3 Dogs, one of which I will swing for.

The Spanish are vociferous at the best of times, using twenty words when one would do, all talking at the same time and they all conform to the theory, why talk when you can shout. It seems to be a cultural thing as the kids do the same, they shout at each other constantly.

However, given the pathetic Pop Music the children are brought up on it’s no wonder their development is stunted. They need a bit of ‘One Direction’ urgently.

The Spanish seem to exist in a bubble making them totally unaware of anyone or anything going on around them. Which might explain why one of the ‘Mums’ stepped out in front of me on my push bike today and never batted an eye lid as I swerved into a very stout palm tree.

The barking of dogs is a constant, like reggae music in early East Enders, and must always be there as the Spanish don’t seem to notice. Doggie Tinnitus
.
Us Brits on the other hand take a different view as when I was in reception complaining that our neighbours had tied their dog in the awning and buggered off, another Brit came in and complained about the same thing.

Now I’m no UKIP fan but there are cultural differences across Europe which may explain this?

So after a great few hours out on our bikes today we decided to give the site restaurant a try, not least so we could use the Wifi. (We were asked to leave this morning even though they had not a single customer).

We arrived at 1930 and asked if the Restaurant was open?

We were told it wouldn’t open till 2000hrs so I tried ordering a Bacardi and Coke but ended up with 2 Cognac’s. Now as the restaurant and bar rely on foreign tourist for customers, you would expect the staff to have a ‘Smattering of English’. At least enough to know the difference between Bacardi and Cognac.

At eight I asked again if the restaurant was open and we were told it was.

We were seated in the empty restaurant and then waited for 12 minutes for a waiter to appear with the menus.

We ordered a bottle of Red wine but there was no wine list and no price list so it was a gamble.

We both went for menu of the day at €9.5 a head and when the waiter came back we selected our choices, sadly none of our choices were available, apparently they had sold out.

Hard to see how they were sold out at 10 past opening time and we were the only people in the restaurant. And this was the ‘Menu of the day’.

The only option’s available were Calamari and Chips and Hamburger and Chips, so that’s what we chose.

These were duly served up with nothing but the two ingredients advertised on the depleted menu, plus chips!

What we would have given for some Ketchup, some Chilli sauce or a dollop of Mayo at that point.

So we sat there in the fluorescent lighting, with the green paint on the walls creating a rather nauseous sub aquatic atmosphere, and ate our meal in the sterile environment that is the a Restaurant at Cabo de Gata. With so much fresh produce available, why serve up food like this. Even the Tomatoes were green and next door is a Tomato Farm.

In summary, this isn’t a site for us. It might be OK for families or when the Spanish kids are back at school, but it ain’t for us.

It’s completely isolated.

The nearest town is a 35 minute cycle ride away. So there’s no other bar, restaurant or shop within walking distance.

We are Hostages without transport. I am not a number! (Prisoner).

The beach is advertised as 900 metres away but took us 45 minutes to get there, and when we did it was miserable, though we were told of a short cut on the way back.

“See those funny trees up there, go up there and follow the stone path. Takes you back to the camp”.

Trouble is, it doesn’t. The stone path ran out about 100 Metres from the site.
We found our way eventually to the fence which surrounds the camp, but then we couldn’t find a way through so had to go around the perimeter which in total took us 55 minutes. Thanks a bunch!

So tomorrow we move on. We won’t be sorry to leave and we will be ranking this site at the bottom of our list. But we have another two months traveling so I’m sure we’ll find some where else to moan about.

However, if you have a choices don’t come here and if you do, self cater .

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