S**t happens!
At last I was to reach Gibraltar my destination on this trip.
As I was caught in the traffic in the fiery sun waiting to enter Gibraltar, Sacha started to leap about trying to get out of the van. She jumped up on the seat and proceeded to plaster the van with diarrhoea. She was so desperate to get out she was under my feet while I needed to drive.
I gave up trying to drive into Gibraltar and parked up after sometime looking for a place. I cleaned up best I could.
Poor Sach, she must have been in agony and it explains why she woke in the night. The lamb bones must have been so painful and has caused some worrying bleeding. It is all my fault.
We walked into Gibraltar with some bloody squit stops along the way.
It is a weird place with all the British shops. I had some fish and chips.
I didn't think much of it but maybe I just wasn't in the mood and concerned about Sacha.
Had a quick look at Tarifa which is famous for windsurfing and has a huge long beach.
Drove onto Conil del la Frontera to a campsite in a eucalyptus grove. After spring cleaning the van and doing a wash I felt better. It was not a good day.
My misery continued as there was loud music until the early hours and some very noisy Spanish revellers near me who continued past 3am.