Tues.27th.Dec.
So on we go. Left club Picadilly this morning, owing the owner about €5 as I only had about €83 and the bill was 88. Felt guilty but he could have taken a card. Managed a Skype with the Birds and mother hen. Weather was horrendous when we left, rain and gusty winds. Pulled up at gas station for LPG. Realised just in time that I had no cash. How embarrassing. Drove on until we got to Comiso, up in the hills. A pretty enough town with more churches than banks and bars put together. Got soaked, found a bancomat and got cash, found a bar and ordered coffee. Had a strange chat with the owner, who spoke no English. Offered to pay with €20 note, he couldn't change it!! How embarrassing. Free coffee. It's been an odd day, we found a campsite at Falconara, half way between Gela and Licata. He wanted €17 for the night and I was too mean to pay. Drove on to Licata and we're now parked on the town quay overlooking the harbour. Free parking. Walked the town tonight after dinner, pretty in Christmas lights. We'll have a look in the light of day tomorrow. Couldn't find any gelato for Jan, it's getting serious now. 5 days!! I kept smelling booze in the garage, tonight I discovered the bottle of Spanish whisky is broken - divine intervention? Who knows. Why do Italians take such delight in driving their cars to the end of the town quay when the only place to go is back? It happens everywhere we go. Odd or what? I'm pleased to say that the Scotch, which was next to the Spanish in the garage is unharmed. At least it was until now!! Cheers.
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