A Sense of Place:  Travel, Photography, and Photo-art
by David E. Moon
© David E. Moon, 2014  All rights reserved

March 23 Puerto de Mazarrón --> Castel de Guadalest --> Javea

After a pleasant reunion with Monika and making two new friends, we are on our way again, heading back north to my checkup at Olot. We were anxious to resume our explorations of Catalonia and although we took a different route north, we stayed on the main highways most of the way. The drive north was somewhat more interesting and less painful than our trip south, but the Autopistas (toll highways) and Autovias (divided highway) do not recommend themselves to sight seeing. Occasional distant views tempted exploration, but we would have the chance to explore on our return south and so continued on. We skirted the much maligned resort town of Benidorm with its truly impressive skyline of package and luxury holiday hotels, but we did make a side trip to El Castel de Guadalest, an old hilltop fortress. While it provided lovely views of the surrounding countryside, the castle had long since been converted to a tourist destination. It has lost its sense of history and has become a tourist arcade. Being a fine sunny Sunday, it was crowded with local bicyclists and tourists out for the day. A museum of the medieval, a museum of miniatures, a museum of micro miniatures, countless souvenir shops, and restaurants all tried and failed to seduce us, but we did enjoy the ambiance they created. Heading back to the coast, the white and orange walls and blue domes of Altea, so vaunted by the guidebook failed to inspire, my shoulder ached, and I was looking forward only to camp. Finding the campsite in Javea was not  easy and when we did find it, it was disappointing.  The campsite had immaculate washrooms but beyond that had little to offer. It was jammed with long term pad renters, caravans and motor homes with attached vestibules, awnings, outdoor carpets, and fences were jammed cheek by jowl and felt more like a WalMart parking lot during buisness hours than a campsite. To add insult to injury, even though we paid in advance, our power cord was locked to the outlet and we would need an attendant to unlock it before we could leave. By the time we had eaten, we were too sore and tired to do more than dishes and retire.
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The maligned resort town of Benidorm The RM-3 north. Despite the emphais on souvenirs, the shop displays created a  pleasant atmosphere. Despite the emphasis on souvenirs, the shop displays created a  pleasant atmosphere.
A Sense of Place:  Travel, Photography, and Photo-art
by David E. Moon
© David E. Moon, 2014  All rights reserved

March 23 Puerto de Mazarrón --> Castel

de Guadalest --> Javea

After a pleasant reunion with Monika and making two new friends, we are on our way again, heading back north to my checkup at Olot. We were anxious to resume our explorations of Catalonia and although we took a different route north, we stayed on the main highways most of the way. The drive north was somewhat more interesting and less painful than our trip south, but the Autopistas (toll highways) and Autovias (divided highway) do not recommend themselves to sight seeing. Occasional distant views tempted exploration, but we would have the chance to explore on our return south and so continued on. We skirted the much maligned resort town of Benidorm with its truly impressive skyline of package and luxury holiday hotels, but we did make a side trip to El Castel de Guadalest, an old hilltop fortress. While it provided lovely views of the surrounding countryside, the castle had long since been converted to a tourist destination. It has lost its sense of history and has become a tourist arcade. Being a fine sunny Sunday, it was crowded with local bicyclists and tourists out for the day. A museum of the medieval, a museum of miniatures, a museum of micro miniatures, countless souvenir shops, and restaurants all tried and failed to seduce us, but we did enjoy the ambiance they created. Heading back to the coast, the white and orange walls and blue domes of Altea, so vaunted by the guidebook failed to inspire, my shoulder ached, and I was looking forward only to camp. Finding the campsite in Javea was not  easy and when we did find it, it was disappointing.  The campsite had immaculate washrooms but beyond that had little to offer. It was jammed with long term pad renters, caravans and motor homes with attached vestibules, awnings, outdoor carpets, and fences were jammed cheek by jowl and felt more like a WalMart parking lot during buisness hours than a campsite. To add insult to injury, even though we paid in advance, our power cord was locked to the outlet and we would need an attendant to unlock it before we could leave. By the time we had eaten, we were too sore and tired to do more than dishes and retire.
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The maligned resort town of Benidorm Despite the emphais on souvenirs, the shop displays created a  pleasant atmosphere.