Camping Cala GoGo

Here we are again - and it does not seem to have changed much at all. A steeply terraced site with a 'tractor train' to the idyllic little sandy bay, with its beach bar, about 200 metres below. The last time we were here was actually 41 years ago and it was quite an adventure.
Our first time abroad, we were towing a caravan with friends and their young son in an Austin Cambridge. Needless to say no-one had driven on the right before and I had not towed a caravan. It took three days to get here. The ferry broke down mid channel and we were towed into Cherbourg, cold and seasick, at 3am instead of 6pm. Then we had two breakdowns, one a puncture and the other a broken fan belt in Toulouse. I remember we sat in a bar for about 2 hours before the engine was cool enough to put a new belt on. The other indelible memory is that Cala GoGo 'champagne' was cheaper than a litre of bottled water and we brushed our teeth with it! Sadly it is no longer available but a bottle of girlie pink cava is only 2.31 euro v 1.75 for 5 litres of water.  After 9 days of getting sunburnt and drinking bacardi and coke (very trendy then!) we set off for home, breaking down yet again with a blocked carburettor on the Cherbourg peninsular. Guess which ferry was waiting to make its first return crossing since being repaired!

We were here for 2 nights this time - enough for a quick dip in the sea, bacardi and coke with a Cala GoGo sandwich under the thatched beach umbrellas and a welcome ride on the GuaGua train back up the hill.