Conil

An hour up the road is a place called Conil which is another town full of bars and holidaymakers, mainly Spanish.  On driving along the front with a huge sandy beach there were several hotels and hostels, this one we decided on called Playa Conil.  It's half the price of the one in Tarifa and not as noisy, although I can imagine the evening will be busy in town with all the restaurants.  Our new plan now is tomorrow to look into the old town on Cadiz on Alan's recommendation, and if we find a suitable hotel, stay there, or just go for lunch as Portugal is now not far away.  As we arrived here early 1130 their time we had to wait for an available room, but lunch of mixed Iberian meats and red pepper salad with caramelised goats cheese was fantastic.

It has to be one of the hottest days today as we could not stay outside even in the shade this afternoon so had to revert to our room for a siesta and air-conditioning.  I did want to have a swim in the sea but I don't think I'd be able to walk on the sand.

Going to find a cold drink and read for a while.  Bill is still having a siesta.