The fans are turned off, the windows are closed and I am actually contemplating adding a blanket to the bed. Is it possible that the summer is starting to fade? I promised myself I wouldn’t blog about the weather but it’s really easy to get attached to an always blue sky. Granted the 3 showers a day during the height of the summer got old rather quickly I only realise now how much I’ll miss the summer weather.
I guess that means our couple ventures of Euro camping are behind us, glad we trucked the tent all the way over here when we returned from Vancouver. If you have never experienced what the Europeans consider camping, well, you’re not really missing out. Growing up my first experience with camping was a state park in Washington. Granted it was a trailer park there were multiple trees and a lake to swim in. I also went to summer camp both in Squamish and on Gambier Island. These were rustic locations surrounded by forest and fairly off the beaten path. Through my young teenage years my family had a camper and we went to the Okangan and Washington with some regualrity. Although with the trailer there were some KOA sites involved nothing prepared me for the vast concrete jungle of Euro camping.
My first venture was staying a night on the Costa Brava with my aunt and uncle who live in Holland. Every summer for the past 25 YEARS they have driven to the Costa Brava to camp. I had heard rumours of there being a pool and a disco but didn’t really believe it. This time round they were in St Antoni de Calogne in a camp ground the size of maybe 4 football fields, maybe bigger. It took 10 minutes to walk from their site to the front gate. The sites consisted of a patch of concrete, a tent pad and a plug. Luxury sites had little prefab homes on them and this is what my aunt had opted for. On the grounds there were two pools, a restaurant, a DISCO, a bakery, a grocery store and maybe 5 single trees (only a slight exaggeration).
Upon returning from Vancouver Jamu and I had the chance to visit our friends for a night, again on the Costa Brava. Armed with our tent and an air mattress we rented a car, drove for a couple of hours and for the small sum of €42 we got to rent a patch of dirt without even a picnic table or a power hook up. There were a scarce few trees that served to hold laundry lines, the only real demarcation between sites. Most shocking was the efforts people took to make it seem like they weren’t camping. Trailers had extendible tents that covered the entire site, people put up extra tented external kitchens and laid astro-turf lawns. At some sites it was possible to never leave a cover or enclosed area.
Some photographic evidence for comparison. On top, slumming it camping in BC. On the bottom, Euro camping deluxe.