Converging on Vejer

Halloween in Vejer seems to mean that all the kids dress up, roam the streets and perform a sort of pop up dance thing blocking traffic. They also invade restaurants. There doesn’t appear to be a lot of chocolate distribution.

At least the rain had stopped. It had been falling all day. Mind you we were travelling for a lot of it so it didn’t really matter. Well except for Mirinda who was sat next to a leaky window on the bus.

The bus took us from Cadiz, across some pretty uninspiring countryside, up to Vejer de la Frontera. I didn’t see anywhere I’d like to move to though I looked very carefully.

Everything I’d studied about the bus claimed it stopped in Barca de Vejer where we’d find a taxi to take us up the short climb to the town. It was a bit of a surprise to realise that the bus actually stopped in Vejer itself.

That’s the thing with the Spanish bus service: It never ceases to surprise and delight. So we jumped off the bus and into the first taxi on the rank.

The driver was in the local bar across the road but the second taxi in the rank tooted and yelled until he joined us in the rain. He then cheerfully drove us up the rapidly narrowing streets to our accommodation for the next two nights.

Here we met our host who showed us around and made sure we were considerably ensconced in the common area which featured coffee and tea.

After a short while we decided to venture out to walk around the town walls in order to get nice and damp and maybe find somewhere to eat. We managed to achieve both.

View across the valley

Denise recognised the drive into Vejer because she visited years ago with Kay so she’ll become our guide now. She particularly remembered this fountain.

We managed to book a table for dinner tomorrow then swam back to the dry. Mirinda worked on her DBA, Denise read and I caught up on the Archers. We all listened to the falling water, particularly Denise because the overflow pipes empty outside her room and make a lot of splishy splashy noise.

Eventually we went out for dinner to a small place that made some delicious berenjenas, among other things. On the way we were entertained by a big group of kids dancing and yelling in the street. I was a bit disappointed to discover that they weren’t carrying some giant religious tableaux around the streets.

They were still making a lot of noise by the time we headed back after dinner.