Hello Camp Gavá (Barcelona) – Municipal Camping Cap Leucate (Leucate)

Saturday, April 11, 2026 – 2nd day
Spain - France
Hello Camp Gavá (Barcelona) – Municipal Camping Cap Leucate (Leucate)
243 km

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We had been wanting to pass through Leucate for quite some time because we had heard great things about this area for eating oysters, and this time we didn't want to miss the opportunity.

We set off as always together, but each one takes their own path as it suits them best. T and B usually look for secondary roads, while T and I prefer slightly wider roads without getting onto highways.
The journey went well for both, although Thorsten had a mishap that may force us to stop by one of the Harley workshops in the area. Just before crossing into France, he filled up with gas, and when he started again, the fuel pump made a rather unusual noise.
They made it. The chosen campsite was a municipal one next to the beach that was very well set up, the receptionist was lovely, and the plot was huge. We always try to occupy areas designated by municipalities, which, besides being cheaper, provide a certain level of security. Given the current crackdown on motorhomes, it’s appreciated that towns reserve a space for us to stay overnight without bothering anyone.

Since we were about six kilometers from the recommended restaurant, we settled in and went for a walk.
We are in a holiday area, so at this moment, absolute peace reigns. Along the way, as expected, we came across a “memorial” to those who fell in World War II. France… in fact, all of Europe is full of them. Every village you pass through, no matter how small, has a commemorative reminder. It’s something that impresses me a lot. Especially since we visited the beaches of Normandy last year. That was devastating. The British Memorial is tremendous. I recommend you visit it.
The walk to the restaurant was quite nice; it helped us clear our minds and get a bit of exercise. And the views were beautiful.
This part of the French coast is full of small salt lagoons similar to our Mar Menor, where there are a lot of oyster farms. The economy of the area largely depends on them.

We found the restaurant without any problem by following a river of oyster shells, and we indulged in that precious mollusk accompanied by shrimp that Thorsten loves with a Provençal aioli they have here.
The return was a bit more challenging; we tried to order an Uber, but it didn’t work out. An impressive wind had picked up; we would say that the Atlantic storm they had announced has already arrived.

Tonight, Thorqui is moving quite a bit, and it has nothing to do with the wine from dinner; it feels like we are on a boat.
There’s little worry because we are in a safe place, and between the walk and dinner, you can be sure we are going to fall asleep like little angels.
Beast is the one who will be more exposed despite having sheltered her as much as possible. We hope there won’t be any issues regarding that.

Good night… I’ll keep you posted 😊