Tuesday, 27 May 2008

On the road......again



Spotted a few weeks ago down at one of the main car parks in Gib. A well-kitted out Defender.



Looked like a nice outfit having a fine trip somewhere. Or coming back from a fine trip somewhere?



And even we managed to get away for a few days in Spain at the Bank Holiday weekend.

Parking up....



And stopping for a break.....

Thursday, 27 March 2008

Camping in Spain (4) - Costa de la Luz


Isla Sancti Petri

We were getting sucked into staying at Tarifa. It's one of those places where time just passes. And suddenly you realise that a week or more has passed by and you have a slightly surreal existence.

Make friends, they move on, new people come, make new friends. Fortunately some noisy young people arrived and determined to party on into the middle of the night so that was a suitable incentive to clear off and find a more tranquil camp site.

We packed up - it was dry, the weather had improved, and we hit the road. We basically took the main road (N340) up through Cadiz province.

For no particular reason - it was probably lunchtime (ie Spanish lunchtime so halfway through the afternoon) - we decided to stop at Conil de la Frontera. There were little triangles on my maps so there were obviously camp sites and we cruised into town. Being practical we found a supermarket and bought a few supplies and then stopped off at a fine cheap bar for a tapas or two.

Back in the Landy we followed the signs to the campsite. It took us out of the town and along the coast and into some pine trees. Virtually all the campsites along the coast line are set in some sort of pine forest, to a greater or lesser degree.

We booked into Camping Roche and went to find a pitch. The site was pretty empty. Apparently it had only just re-opened for the season. We decided to take up two pitches - hey, why not? One for the vehicle, and one for the tent and the trailer.

We hadn't been pitched long before Mike and Mary wandered over to speak to us. They came from Yorkshire. Usually they wintered in India but this year they had borrowed somebody's brother's campervan flash motorhome or whatever they are called, and were touring Portugal and Spain.

We gave them a few beers. Later they gave us a few beers back and some wine. They gave us some cast-off books which I devoured in no time.

Behind us we had Gunther and Ute. They were Swiss and possessed a rather new 4x4 of some indeterminate brand (all the same to me) and a matching new caravan.

We started with Schnapps over the fence but soon ended up with wine, beer, Schnapps and olives in their caravan. We felt duty bound to finish off the dregs of our malt whisky from the Hebrides with them. (Can't remember which, but it was probably Jura or one of the Islay ones).

We developed a nice little social circuit. When we weren't socialising with the Tykes or the Swiss we were chatting with the Brasilian worker who did most of the maintenance and everything else on the site. Or the other couples in tents (there were only three tents including us).

I have no idea what this site is like now, but a few years ago - it OOZED hot water. For washing up, for washing machines, in showers - all at no extra charge. This was truly Paradise on the Costa de la Luz.

A fine social circuit and hot water too? Unbeatable. We walked the dogs along the cliff tops in the morning and the evening, and sometimes we wandered down to the wonderful beaches. And the sun came out and the weather warmed up. Very nice. We watched the Spaniards improvise with bits of plastic and twigs to make amazing sunshades, so we did the same with a groundsheet and a nearby tree.

A groundsheet for a sunshade


Conil was a nice resort. Not hugely touristy, more of a holiday destination for Spaniards than foreigners. We found our way round the shops and got sucked into staying there for over a week. The Tarifa Syndrome had struck again.

We even had time to sort the leaking hub oil seal and fit new brake shoes to the rear wheels.

Then we explored down the coast as far as the Cape of Trafalgar, admiring the absolutely stunning beaches on the way. Barbate was pretty naff looking, and on the way back, Vejer was ok but nothing special, but the unspoilt scenery was lovely.

We went inland. Gunther and Ute were visiting friends in Medina Sedonia which has loads of history and heritage so we went for a look. Seemed like another boring place but the roads around were quiet and the driving was so peaceful.

And we went up the coast as far as Sancti Petri in the Bay of Cadiz. More beautiful beaches and a guy's coche stuck in the sand.

Could we pull him out? No. Didn't think so without pulling off his plastic bumper. There was absolutely nowhere to attach a tow rope to. NB. At this point I should remind everyone that towing in Spain is illegal but we were not going to tow on the road, merely get him out of the sand. Anyway we weren't even going to do that.

So the two guys and the solid strong Spanish woman pushed the coche out. What did I do? Took photos I suppose. They didn't really need me.

Parked up to help the Spanish car out of the sand


But like Tarifa, Conil's sell-by date suddenly arrived. Easter. Or more precisely Semana Santa. Holy week. Mega holiday in Spain and half of Andalucía's noisy youth suddenly descended on Conil. We moved to a quieter spot. We even had to confine ourselves to one pitch.

Our social circuit changed. We were near some charming Germans with yet another flash motorhome. It rained and they asked if we wanted to dry out inside their flashmachine. We politely, stoically, and Britishly declined. So then they came out and assertively insisted we joined them for drinks and snacks which they had already got ready for us. They were teachers. They had a flat in Hamburg, a boat in Turkey, and the flashmachine that they travelled with through Europe. Their English was impeccable. The drinks and the snacks were good too.

But a couple of nights of rain, noise, and a cramped pitch was too much so we left. We said our goodbyes and hoped to see people again. As you do, although never expecting to.

And so we set off on Easter Saturday towards Seville, on our way to Portugal, via Cota Doñana.


Mileage for trip

Tarifa to Conil (approx) - 37 miles
Conil to Cape of Trafalgar (approx) - 28 miles
Conil to Medina Sedonia (approx) - 47 miles
Conil to Sancti Petri (approx) - 37 miles

Landy problems
Replaced hub oil seal and new brake shoes on rear wheels

Landy help
Would have towed guy stuck in sand - but pushed him out anyway

Monday, 24 March 2008

So how much does it cost you to fill up?



Went shopping today and decided to fill up as the warning light was flashing.

Cost for a tankful? £25. At 54.9p a litre.

That's at least a couple of trips up and down to the finca and running around locally too.

Big Gib smile. :)

(Apologies for the smug post)

And just in case anyone has forgotten - no road tax and MoT every two years.

Friday, 21 March 2008

Alternators

The alternator seemed to be a bit iffy.

It didn't seem to be holding its charge.

Bloody alternators cost a fortune in Spain. We know because when we arrived the one on the Series III started playing up.

At the time we got it checked out at a local robo, I mean autoelectrical garage, but they gave us the sad news that we needed a new one and charged us hundreds of euros for it.

As we needed it there and then, we were in a bit of a catch 22 situation, so we couldn't really order one from the UK and then fit it ourselves. So the garage got the pleasure of doing an easy little job too.

We thought we would have a quick checky out to see if it was the same one on the Series III as is on the Santana.

Just to prove I can actually lift the bonnet....


Trying to see the number


Reading off the number


The Santana alternator


Yes, looks the same to us


Looking very similar here. Both the same French company. If we could see the numbers on the Santana - they have worn off - we could have confirmed it. Anyway we reckoned it was.

So out with the relatively new one (from the Series), and it was added to the ever-growing chest of spares to travel permanently in the back of the Santana.

Tightened up the fan belt in the Santana and it immediately seemed to charge better. Maybe it's just a short somewhere. I really must buy that Haynes guide to electrics for idiots though.

Tuesday, 11 March 2008

Bajar el coche

*Trigger alert - a little Spanglish is needed for this one*

When we imported the Santana into Gib the nice customs man reminded us to bajar the coche.

I am struggling to translate this but basically it means to take it off the Spanish system.

Anyway I looked some stuff up on the internet and it seems you have to fill out a form at a Spanish traffic office. Downloadable on the internet. No. I don't think so. I have tried.

But there was a brief sheet of instructions that I did manage to print off.

When I psyched myself up to dealing with half a day's Spanish bureaucracy, mostly queueing, I suddenly read the sheet and realised that before I bajared the coche I needed to notify my local council where we pay the car tax. Unlike the UK, where road tax is national.

Just to recap. My Land Rover Santana, 3.5 diesel, known as a camion - a truck - here, attracts a hefty 60 euros a year in road tax to the local ayuntamiento (council). But in Gib, there is no road tax. Even better.

Off to the road tax office. Well, did we time it lucky or what?

We walked in - and there was no queue.

"Si?" says woman on desk, or "Dimi?" or something similar.

"Well, I have a question about my coche."

"Off you go to the end to my colleague who is free."

(No it wasn't in English but I thought I would translate that bit).

It was the same guy we had dealt with a couple of years ago when the bill hadn't come through because we had only bought the Santana a few months previously and the change of name wasn't on the system.

He beamed at us. I explained that we had to change the number plate on the Santana because Adrian was working in Gib now and we had to import it.

I'd got the information sheet and it said I needed to get the approval of my local council tax office. I gave it to him. So much easier than me trying to explain in my mediocre Spanish. So what did I need to do? And what did the approval mean?

It didn't mean approval at all. (Or maybe it did in Spanish terms). It meant I had to be paid up for the rest of the year before I could bajar the coche. It meant I had to pay Spanish road tax for the whole of this year, get a receipt for it, then take the vehicle off the system, and apply for a refund.

Then he grinned.

"That's Spain for you. You always have to pay."

He explained it beautifully, and more than once. All in Spanish though. Don't know what would have happened if we didn't speak Spanish - but we do - or enough. And we all laughed.

He told us where to go to get the refund. He was patient, helpful, and informative. A good guy.

Nothing achieved? For us yes. We know what we need to do now.

1) Get the bill for this year - which doesn't come out in our area until the end of this month. We can go directly to the office for it next week though.

2) Go to the bank and pay it - which gives us the receipt.

3) Go to the Traffic Office and bajar the coche - with the all-important receipt that you have paid tax for the rest of the year.

4) Go back to the council (different office) to claim your refund.

Progress report later.

Thursday, 6 March 2008

Some 4x4 trucks

So this isn't totally Land Rover related, but we do stop and look at old trucks.

And they are 4x4s.

So here are a few pix.

Seen today, a German truck with a winch and a half.

And a nice little escape hatch in the roof. So cool.

We saw a similar truck two or three years ago down the beach. The guy only stayed one night because he got hassle from the police.

His truck was from East Germany and this one looked pretty similar.





From last summer, the Bedford truck that we helped get back on the road.




And a Unimog spotted down the beach last year too.



Oh and finally, a Land Rover - of course. Seen in Gib. Right hand drive - looks like an ex-mil ambulance. Kiwi or Aus? by the look of the brush bar.



ETA: Thanks to Stu for pointing out that "it looks like a Marshall-bodied ambulance which was the standard military ambulance of the time, and those brush bars were common on Landy fire tenders (TACR1) of the same era, so I'd say it's from this side of the globe."

I think you are right Stu. Apart from anything else it is a long time since Adrian was in Aus (and me too), so anything he saw could well have come from the UK in the first place. However I have had a little lookie at the brush bars on the TACR1s, and you are spot on with that - they are exactly the same. Maybe it came from a TACR1 on the Gib airfield?

And thanks for doing the research for me that I didn't bother to do! Cheers mate.

Sunday, 2 March 2008

Air filter



Adrian wasn't looking forward to cleaning out the air filter.

He'd been promising to do it since before Christmas but it seems it was one of those dirty jobs he doesn't like doing.

Lesson One Adrian. Have Land Rover - get dirty.

Anyway, he finally promised that he really really would do it yesterday. And he did. He didn't even get very dirty.

Step 1
Unbolt from housing. The bolts were tight but not too difficult to undo. Take out, and give the hinges a quick spray.

Step 2
The bolt on the top of the element cover had been overtightened and needed a shifting spanner to undo it. Take element out, wipe Spanish campo dust off the element and the housing with cloth.

Step 3
Put back together.

Pretty simple really.

Part details
Mann filter no C14179/1 - the same as for a Land Rover Series III 109 3.5 V8.

Taking it out


That didn't take long


A quick spray of the hinges


Clean element and clean housing


Element, housing and hose


Putting the element back


Screwing the butterfly bolt back


Fitting the top


Screwing the butterfly bolt on the top


All back together in the housing


Putting it back in the bay


Hose connected back up


Last step - tightening up the butterfly bolts

Monday, 25 February 2008

4x4 drivers - well, some of them anyway



I have a 4x4. In fact, I - or rather we - have two. A Land Rover Series III and a Santana.

They are not for playing with nor have they ever been. We originally bought the Series III as a work vehicle, so it is not a very clever idea to go out on a Sunday and bust a diff or break a half shaft, when you need to take yourself and your tools to a job on Monday.

But I appreciate that some people have at least one so-called daily driver, and they regard their 4x4 as a toy. They can get very wet, dirty and muddy in their vehicles at the weekend, and if it breaks, they can jump in their shiny Eurobox on Monday and drive off to work, and repair - or get repaired - their toy at their leisure.

I understand there is a strong lobby against 4x4s. Hmmm. I wonder why?

Now what have I read over the past year that could possibly put 4x4 drivers in a bad light? (And this does not apply to all 4x4 drivers. Hopefully there are more responsible and considerate ones than there are selfish gits).

How about *some* 4x4 drivers appearing to want not just the green lanes to themselves - or at least priority and for everyone to stop for them to drive past - but also ordinary roads. Apparently cyclists and horses are just a nuisance, don't pay road tax and so shouldn't be on the roads. Cyclists should always use cycleways where they are available. They should wear helmets and they should not break the law AT ALL or they should be banned from using the roads ever again. (I paraphrase but I have read this sort of self-opinionated egocentric junk).

It's a long time since I have ridden a horse (on the road) but I do cycle, and use a helmet, cycling glasses and gloves, and bright clothing too.

One reason why assertive cyclists choose to use the roads, is, because cycleways do not exist everywhere. The more that cyclists are "pushed" metaphorically and literally, off the roads, the more they become treated as second-class citizens on the roads, and car drivers basically do not expect to see them, so do not look out for them. Cyclists have an equal right to be on the roads along with other road users. As do horses, and their riders, or horses/donkeys pulling traps or carts. As do goats, cattle and sheep. Like it or not, arrogant 4x4 drivers.





A few more tips, by the way, on behaving courteously to cyclists. Do not expect them to pull in and get out of your way. Why should they? No fucker will ever let them out again. I have ended up wheeling my bike down the pavement on a narrow road because none of the selfish gits in their cars would let me into the road from - ironically - a cycle path that I had used. Because there is a cyclist in front of you does not mean that you can suddenly invent two lanes of traffic. There are not two. There is one, and that is why cyclists stick well in the middle of the the road so you can't intimidate them. Do not underestimate their speed either. Even I have had idiots pull out in front of me from a junction because they didn't realise I am actually moving quite fast (on a good day). Better still - get on a bike and see what it is like on the roads.

Now what else have I read that got seriously up my nose? Of course. Pedestrians. Another bloody nuisance in the scheme of things who should not be allowed on the roads. What are they doing on the roads anyway? Well, sweethearts, they are probably trying to walk from A to B (because they don't spend all their time sat on their fat arse in a car) on a road that has no pavements. There are a lot of those around. I mean roads without pavements although clearly there are also a lot of idle gits who never get out of their cars.

Or alternatively they may have to walk on the road because some truly selfish arsehole has parked on the pavement. They weren't going to be there long, obviously, so it really didn't matter that they parked on the pavement for 20 minutes or half an hour. It was a narrow road, so naturally they just had to park on the pavement because they didn't want to obstruct the traffic. How about parking further away and walking? Did that enter your head? And if it's dangerous enough for someone to have to walk in the road because parked cars are blocking the pedestrian routes, what do you think it is like for old people, people with sticks, walking frames, shopping trollies, wheelchairs, or younger people with prams and pushchairs?

Get the pedestrians off the roads - but we can park on their pavements and obstruct their journey.

Are there double standards here? Or am I reading too much into it?

Perhaps I should start on the real controversial areas - preventing 4x4s using green lanes.

Quite honestly, going out for a quiet walk in the countryside is absolutely no fun at all when a load of vehicles come past. Who has to stop? Not the walker, or the mountain biker, or the horse rider. No, toad is king of the road as usual. Parp, parp. Move. Right now. I need to come by.

And because I am a fair person, I will also add that even cyclists and horses can be a nuisance too. Horses primarily because they carve up the paths so much in wet weather. Cyclists less so to be honest unless there is a huge group of them. But at least there is enough room for us all on the same track.

So I can see why people don't like 4x4s with all their bling attachments churning up the environment and polluting it with fumes. Each to their own, but going and ruining someone else's playground and their day out is pretty selfish. What's wrong with a pay and play site? Oh, one, you have to pay and two, it just is not exciting enough is it?

And what do these nice 4x4 drivers say to try and diffuse the bad publicity they get? They make really funny jokes about squashing ramblers - and anyone else who argues with them - against their really big macho vehicles. Very funny. Totally lacking in taste, sensitivity and humour. And you all wonder why there is a problem in the public eye about 4x4 drivers.

I'll finish with a slight variation on the theme.

Remember when I said I had read that all cyclists should be prosecuted for breaking the law, they inconvenience other road users etc etc.

Well, I would be one seriously better-off woman if I had say, £1 for every time I have read about 4x4 drivers talking about speeding. And they are so proud of it too. Because that is what real drivers do. They go fast, because they can. They know their vehicle, they are good drivers, they are in charge. The road is theirs.

Anyone who doesn't go fast enough to keep up with the flow of traffic should also not be allowed to drive. I have got this one right haven't I? Anyone who does not go above the speed limit and prevents you thoughtless toerags from going as fast as you want illegally should be prevented from driving?

My theory is, that these boy racers whether in their 20s, 30s, 40s, 50s, 60s, or 70s want to get rid of pedestrians, cyclists, horses, non-speeding drivers and any other interference in their life, because they want more space for themselves. They need to go fast, don't forget.

Well, I have a counter proposal. How about taking you tossers off the road for speeding all the time? It would leave the rest of us law-abiding tax-paying citizens a lot more space.

Speed kills.

But that doesn't apply to you does it? Just like you the law doesn't either because you know better, although you are fast enough to criticise everyone else.

Tuesday, 12 February 2008

Into the hills.....



Two weeks ago we set off for a drive into the hills. Down the river bed...and...er...well, we got no further. As you can see from the previous post.

Anyway this weekend, we avoided that particular river bed and went across a proper one. Totally dry though. When the snows melt this is not just a rio, it is a rio and a half. Impassable. But there is no snow at the moment. And there is no agua, tanpoco.

Rio Velez


Some years ago a Landy mate who owns a SIII came to visit us. We took him on the same route (in the Santana). He liked the tracks and the river beds. He didn't seem keen on our isolated destination in the hills. Hell, he is a city boy after all.

Anyway, we drove up to the same cool village. The Santana is great up hills. I am not.

Anyone who has read my other blog will realise I get vertigo. Especially when going up steep hills quickly - eg the Rock of Gibraltar - in a small nippy car.

The mirador - a viewpoint across the hills


But going up steep hills, in a solid Santana, in second gear and just climbing, climbing, and climbing, with that safe solid burble is no problem.

No gratuitous shots of stuck vehicle this time.

Not even we would get stuck here and NO that is not our 4x4 going up the road. Obviously


Some more scenery. 4x4 advisable in winter though. Especially if you want to go down a track.

Houses situated in totally inaccessible spots


The barren hillside


Village photos on Itchyfeetatforty. This is a Land Rover blog after all.

Statistics
For those of you who can't be bothered to click on Itchyfeet...
Canillas is 649m above sea level.
21 or so km from the coast.
And Maroma behind is the highest mountain in Málaga at 2,065m.
These are not small hills.

Sunday, 27 January 2008

Stuffed it up today

Off down the river bed


Avoiding the deep rut on the driver's side


Which was quite deep ie we would have been fucked


But going into the ditch on the near side


Water, soft sand, unstable. Good one


Adrian having a quick look before he just drives out.
Puts a bit of cane down. As if. Haha



Maybe not drive out straightaway


Rear diff and rear nearside spring seem to be a bit stuck.
No, we aren't going anywhere without a bit of work



Spade got us nowhere.
Takes Jackall off Brownchurch roof rack.
Two things that have never let us down



Back on track