Phew, at last our holiday has started.

After a pretty good 300-mile journey across the Lone Star State, we pulled in, in the early afternoon, into the San Antonio KOA and we almost burst into song again (yes we expect you know the one), but thought that we had better wait and see what the RV park was like first.

We needn’t have worried, from the very friendly staff to the interesting and friendly RV neighbours, it proved to be a great place to stay.

After setting up, we settled down in the shade of the RV awning to sample a bottle of wine – ok, we admit it, we buy the wine by the box, but not because we drink a lot, no, it’s to save the environment and minimize the number of bottles that would have to be thrown away – honest!!

However, we do buy Whiskey, Gin and Beer by the bottle, so we do pollute the world a bit – Mmmm (we will have to see if we can get them in crates or boxes as well – yum yum!)

Well the next morning we set off to explore San Antonio and the first surprise was that a ‘free’ bus stopped just opposite the RV Park – brilliant!

Jumping off the bus right in the centre of San Antonio, we made our way down to the River Walk, to walk along it to see the Alamo and what a nice surprise that walk turned out to be.

 The River Walk is a narrow river that runs throughout the centre of San Antonio and it is lined with Bars and Restaurants, with Wondering Musicians strolling up and down, playing to anyone who will slip them a few dollars!

The atmosphere and the ambience was brilliant and we would strongly recommend anyone in the vicinity of San Antonio to pay it a visit for Lunch or Dinner, or just to soak up the atmosphere and have a drink.

Eventually, after going the wrong way on the River Walk a few times, we found ourselves at the world famous Alamo Mission and Fort.

Fortunately, quite a lot of the old buildings have been saved and some rebuilt, so that a real feel for what the place must have been like in 1836 at the Battle of the Alamo can be felt.

To be at the real Alamo of Davey Crockett and Jim Bowie fame was brilliant.

Looking at the list of (American) men that fell at the Alamo, it was interesting to see how many of the them originated from Europe, so they were obviously ‘new’ immigrants to the newly formed USA and yet, willing to put their lives at risk to support the formation of the new state of Texas – and sadly, for many, losing that life at the Battle of the Alamo!

Sadly, we couldn’t see the names of the Mexican troops who also lost their lives at the Battle of the Alamo, which is a shame, as they would also be young men leaving their families behind too.

After two days at San Antonio, which we really enjoyed, we set off further West, across Texas, to a place called Junction, which is a small town on the Llano River, in fact at the junction where the North, South and Main branches of the Llano River join.

On the drive between San Antonio and Junction, we saw numerous bodies of Deer at the side of the road, more than we had seen, on the whole of the rest of the trip to date and whilst it was sad to see so much road kill, it was nevertheless an indication that the Deer population must be very numerous and therefore doing well.

We found out later that Junction is apparently popular hunting country with around 45 deer per square mile!

By the time we got to Junction, we had driven over 450 miles in Texas and we were not yet anywhere near half way across the Lone Star State.

The RV park we stopped at was called Junction North Llano River RV Park and once again we would recommend it – nice site, nice people.

This section of the drive, once again reinforced our awe at the sheer size of this country and at how little of it we will see, even on a trip of this size.

The vast majority, of our RV stops are for 2, 3 or 4 nights, so that we can jump in the car and explore our surroundings, otherwise, all you see are mile upon mile upon mile of vast swaths of countryside, which while interesting, looks pretty much the same after you have looked at it for a hundred miles or more.

Right, its 5 o’clock somewhere, time to wet our whistles – i.e. have a drink hic!

Will talk again soon.