150,000 tourists per 8,000 residents

Day 6: We don't want to just leave Peniscola behind us without seeing it properly, because what we've seen of this city so far hasn't blown us away. Huge hotels, high-rise buildings, everything of the cheapest kind, almost all shops and restaurants closed, almost barricaded, this can't be the Peniscola that many people rave about and which has been one of the most beautiful villages in Spain since 2013. So we postponed our departure in the morning and set off for the real Peniscola.

We oriented ourselves towards the citadel, which sits on a mighty rock that rises an impressive 64 meters from the sea. On the way there we learned a lot of interesting things and collected impressive impressions. One thing first: the old Peniscola is beautiful, especially in spring and summer, when all the little cafés, bistros and restaurants are open and the chic shops make it difficult for passers-by to just walk past without at least taking a look at them to have thrown a decorated shop window. In the summer, more than 150,000 tourists crowd through a city that actually only has a little over 8,000 inhabitants. It is difficult to imagine what their everyday life looks like during these months.

We had a quiet morning. Before we left the city we went to restock our supplies because there is no shopping near the campsite in Sagunto, our destination for the next few days. We had barely arrived at Aldi when Icke had already found what she was looking for: a large pack of shrimp. And because they looked so tempting, they were immediately eaten in our motorhome as we continued our journey. I didn't get any shrimp. But tonight I'll feel like I'm spending the night in a fish market stall.

The journey to Sagunto was exciting. We had to fill our aluminum gas bottles because we wanted to spend several days at the campsite that Icke loves so much. At night we have to heat, we need warm water and we want to cook - we need gas for all of this. Up to now it has not been a problem to fill up with gas at petrol stations in Spain. On the 100-kilometer route between Peniscola and Sagunto, we stopped at eleven gas stations whose employees, when asked about LPG gas, looked at us as if we wanted to buy bottled diesel. We were about to give up when we finally found what we were looking for in Castello - we had taken a detour to the metropolis of 200,000 people on the advice of a gas station attendant. But I'm afraid this won't be the last detour to get gas in this area.