Siculiana Marina – Stuck in the sand! 🚜

Last nights party did thankfully quieten down around 11pm. Not before we were treated to such classics as YMCA and One Way Ticket. 😂 We still think there was something dodgy about the site we were on. The bar where Guy paid, was situated in an almost derelict big hotel. Everyone seemed to know the owner and as we filled up with water one of the men came across from his motorhome to check if we’d paid. It was all set up with water and electric points etc and was on the ‘search for sites’app, but, we just wonder if a ‘family ‘ had moved in illegally and taken over it!😬 We drove back down the road to try and find a sensible car park so that we could walk to the other side of the ‘Stair of the Turks’ – we did! …and got a few photos. Carried on up the road to Siculiana Marina, where there seemed to be a vast amount of parking on the beach. There was only one other campervan there, with a German couple in that we’d seen about a week ago on a campsite. They said there’d been there a couple of days and it had been really quiet. We decided to stay and when I said “sorry to invade your beach” Guy thought it was an inappropriate thing to say – I don’t know why!😂 After judging the sand to be solid enough, we drove on to it. “That feels too soft and I need to get off it quickly” says Guy. Too late!! …already stuck with the wheels spinning round digging deeper. Rufus learnt some more swear words (so did the Germans) as Guy jumped out and retrieved his four Wilco’s rubber doormats and a big shovel. Our spectators were astonished that we were so prepared for this disaster. Somehow, it worked! Now we are parked further back with the rubbish and scrubland – we can hear the sea and that will be fine!