RV Roadtrip From Peniscola to Cannes

Route from Peniscola to Cannes.

Route from Peniscola to Cannes.

Our visit to Peniscola was entirely too short and I was a bit envious of the retirees spending the whole season there. But, time was of the essence and we were still racing the Schengen visa so onward and upward!

Parked up back in France.

Parked up back in France.

Setting off, our first stop would be back in France.  We wanted to avoid Barcelona again, protests due to the separatist movement could potentially add hours to our journey and we weren’t keen on getting caught up in any of that. With that in mind, we piloted the rig towards Camping les Casteillets. Actually we were headed towards a different campsite but the roads were undergoing construction and getting there in our camping car was completely impossible. It was quite the confusing affair as we exited the highway and plodded along resulting in a difficult u-turn.  We weren’t alone though, a Swiss couple towing a caravan ended up in the same predicament. One thing to note, there is a very skinny road down into Camping les Casteillets. You will make it, it will be fine, but only one car can travel at time so use caution. Again, slowly but with great enthusiasm!

Enjoying the good life!

Enjoying the good life!

After the chaos and crowds of some of the camping in Spain, Camping les Casteillets was really nice! There was the Swiss caravan and just a couple of other campers in camping cars and staying in the cabins. Unfortunately the chill didn’t translate to Sebastian and he nearly caused a serious accident to a gent on his bike and the little yorkie accompanying him. Mortified (us), Sebastian spent the rest of the time on a very short lead.

A little too much rope for his own good.

A little too much rope for his own good.

Not really looking forward to Aix En Provence, this was still our next destination. Our friends had been completely underwhelmed by their vist and so we had pretty low expectations. As it turns out, location, location, location.

Sebastian eying the cat door just incase.

Sebastian eyeing the cat door just incase.

While the larger towns in the region probably do leave much to be desired, the small villages were very quaint and were quite nice to visit.  We found the camping at Camping Le Devancon in the village of Peynier to be very enjoyable, though again, it was quite a skinny road getting to the campsite.

The belltower in the small village.

The belltower in the small village.

The camping was a little distance from the village but there were nice wooded trails to get us into the village center. One of the days we walked in was market day and there were nice fruits, vegetables and flowers on offer. There was also a Chinese family selling spring rolls, wontons and other foods. I sampled a few and was quite delighted with the results. Chinese food in rural France, who knew!

The remains of the fruit and veg market.

The remains of the fruit and veg market.

The local butcher had a decent selection of other food and wine so we were able to easily provision fo the couple of days we were there. The local patisserie was on a bit of holiday but someone in the village was making a daily journey to keep everyone flush with baguettes.  I imagine we could have easily gotten in on the order if we were the bread eating types.

Apparently some Americans had gotten here before us.

Apparently some Americans had gotten here before us.

Up next was Cannes and the infamous French Riviera. Our destination was Camping Les Cigales on the very edge of Cannes.  From here walking and a bus and train would get us easy access to Nice, Monaco, and any of the other spot on the Riviera as well. Piloting the camping car to those destinations was just asking for trouble!

There was a lovely river path very near the camping.

There was a lovely river path very near the camping.

The camping was quite nice and the location was excellent. We also met a British couple that had recently spent time in Croatia and we were able to swap stories and gain valuable intel about our future prospects and potential pitfalls (like not getting a ticket for the toll roads and paying a massive fine – we make sure to always get a receipt as a result).

The view looking up the beach towards Nice.

The view looking up the beach towards Nice.

Next up was an enjoyable stroll along the French Riviera, just enjoying being. It really is a beautiful part of the world. We stopped at a small stand selling french fries, wine and beer for an afternoon cocktail and a bit of baking in the sun.

Our pleasant spot on the beach.

Our pleasant spot on the beach.

The next day was Nice and here we made a grave mistake.  From the camping it was a 40 minute bus ride, not altogether unpleasant, we rather enjoyed a bit of site seeing from the frequently stopping bus. Sebastian was tucked in his bag and it was interesting and I wasn’t the one driving the narrow route. The bus ride took us to the train station where we quickly figure out the ticket machine and hopped the next train to Nice. And then the mistake.

Outside the Nice station.

Outside the Nice station.

The immediate neighborhood at the Nice station was a little more rough that we were expecting but in retrospect wasn’t too bad, just unexpected.  We were hungry and it was past lunch time and there were some schwarma/kebap/gyro shops but we opted to keep walking to the beach in the hopes we would find something there on offer. And thus began the downward spiral.

The statue in Nice.

The statue in Nice.

Yes, there were restaurants open. Yes, they served mostly the same food. Yes, it was all horrifically overpriced and mostly not gluten free. No, we could not get over our frugal nature to just give in and pay 15 Euros each for a bad tourist meal. Moods darkened and we couldn’t fully enjoy being in Nice. Hungry and cranky we didn’t get anything to eat until the late afternoon, which is way too late for Shani! And the kicker is we stopped at one of the schwarma shops by the train station (and ate on the train headed back to the camping)! Lesson learned, choose a restaurant before food crash occurs!

The water color was pretty amazing on the French Riviera.

The water color was pretty amazing on the French Riviera.

One of the last things we needed to deal with in Cannes was getting Sebastian his EU pet passport. Essentially this continues the official paperwork trail we started in the States proving he is disease free and has continued his rabies and other vaccinations uninterrupted. We also needed to get confirmation that the second microchip inserted in Abu Dhabi complied with EU standards. We found an awesome vet within walking distance of the camping and without much hassle we had his passport in hand should we need it down the road.

The vet and everyone at the office were so nice!

The vet and everyone at the office were so nice!

Stay tuned as we head to Monaco for the day, head into Italy for a visit to Venice and finally exit the Schengen for a visa reset in Croatia.

 

   

 

 

 

 

5 comments on “RV Roadtrip From Peniscola to Cannes”

  1. Dad says:

    Spring Rolls! A pleasant surprise. Sounds like overall, everything is going good. The scenery sure is beautiful. Have a good evening. Love you guys.

    1. Todd says:

      They were really good and fun to find in rural France.

  2. Scott says:

    So does Sebastian get stamps?

    1. Todd says:

      Ha ha, no he does not. Generally we try to keep him quiet when we are dealing with the border agents but invariably he ends up barking at them. They think it’s pretty funny. We are keeping track for him in a spreadsheet, he’s getting an impressive count on this adventure. Travel dog now has 20 countries.

      1. Scott says:

        Ha…that is quite impressive! Too bad no stamps πŸ˜‰

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