Sevilla, part 1

So we left Tavira, not quite the 9 o´clock get to the internet cafe we planned, more 12 and it had shut for lunch, so we better head to spain... Stopped to post a couple of postcards whilst Portugese stamps still worked (nephews are getting cards from each country), grab some lunch... We hadn´t filled up on fuel as Spanish fuel was so much cheaper. And there´d be a station just across the border right? Nope. Capitalism can´t be quite as strong as in Anglo-saxon countries, although we did pass 2 being built, so maybe it´s starting to be... Got further, tank got lower... no services on map now we look... So had to leave the main road and search for a town. Decided on Gibraleon. We found it, but a lot of the streets weren´t paved... didn´t seem particularly wealthy shall we say... Fuel light´s been on for a bit... So we stopped for our 2nd encounter with Spanish policemen. We´ve had 3 now and the spanish police seem lovely...
No english, but they pointed us in the right direction (basically keep going 500m and you´re there...), and thirsty Clio was happy again.
On we headed. Sevilla wasn´t too far, but as much as we were complaining about the rain in the northwest of Iberia, the sun got too hot, so we had to stop for a bit for food and water. We got to Sevilla, where it was 37C. Toasty. No wind. No left turns either. So when the tourist office was on the wrong side of the road... well we had difficulty. And then it turned out to be shut with sign to go to the main office. So we walked there. Nice man recommended a Pension over the 3 camp grounds. We knew better. The car needed a right old organise (we have too much stuff), and that´d be easier (and cheaper) at a campsite. So after a brief wander (wow, what amazing buildings Sevilla has, where can we get some fluids... mmm, Seville Orange juice...), we headed out of town for Camping Oromana in Alcala de Guidaira, 15k outside Sevilla. It was late by this point, and there weren´t the best signs. Firstly for negotiating the town (which turned out to have impressive ancient walls & buildings on hills entering the town), and then there were none for the campsite. Some would take this as a bad sign, but it was late, and we were determined. A kindly Pharmacist (no english), helped us some way, as did the Hotel Oromana (we knew we were near then). Hmm, campsite felt like something out of Psycho. Bungalows with caved-in roofs, locked toilet blocks that look like they´ve seen better decades... But eventually we found the "new" fairly nice toilet/shower block, and the fact that it was 9.30 and about to go dark and we were miles from anywhere else decided that we should stay. Besides there seemed to be lots of kids running about, so surely we couldn´t be in a horror film, it wasn´t empty enough (although not really any adults beyond the manager...).
So we quickly cooked up dinner, ate, and then slept like babies (nothing can stop us!). In the morning we packed up for our day in Sevilla, and maybe a pension in town wasn´t such a bad idea...