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We left for Zahara - one of the White Towns. the experienece was marred by the lack of anywhere to saty when we arrived…

In desperation we set of for Rhonda - still no campsite - we eventually found one for 15 euros - this being unacceptable we thought bugger this.

In desperation we persuaded some Dutch homesteaders to to let us sleep in their Cork Oak grove - we felt proud to be rough camping.

…Just a small treat - we both believe that it is important to leave London with a full stomach.

A lovely place to go for breakfast, not withstanding the two tables of American holiday / business people, engaged in a battle of rudness with the superior (is there any other kind?) French waiters …and thier sour faced wives.

J had:Mixed grapefruit with blackberries, raspberries and kiwi fruit followed by eggs, sausage, bacon etc. Washed down with coffee from a silver pot.

H had:Spheres of melon, with raspberries (and peaches I think)followed by scrambled eggs with bacon, sausage etc. Washed down with Earl Grey Tea.