The night wasn’t one of the best apart from teenager racket, the annoying noise of squeaky airbeds and snoring from tents right next to us, there was some very heavy rain that caused various commotions as campers tried to batten down their hatches at around 3am. We tried to lay in since we weren’t leaving today but the sudden loud woosh of an airbed being uncorked in the tent next to us woke Kez with a start that made her swear out loud about peoples lack of consideration for others. We cheered ourselves with superb espressos from the bar and were just eyeing up two large glazed and chocolate dipped croissants that were sitting on the bar next to us when someone beat us to them, and we sadly watched them being carried away to a table at the back of the bar. We walked back into town and spent some time looking at the items and prices in the ‘Dia’ supermercado before finding the rest of the town busy with open shops and heaving cafés. A small bookshop had our camp site guide and we sat on the side of the bay to study it while people swam, sunbathed and tried unsuccessfully to net the fish that swam around them. We walked up into the old town enoyed views of the mountains through ruined fortifications and lunched on a nice salad with an assortment of Iberico meats in a restaurant at the top of the town. We managed to avoid sitting in our tiny pitch with the noisy campers all evening by making full use of the camp site bar until we were too tipsy to care.