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Week 4: Facinas to San Fernando
January 29th - February 4th
- Day 22: January 29th - Hiking in the mountains above Facinas and a culinary discovery tour to enjoy the good food of El Campo - 10km.
The Levante will be too strong to try and pitch our tent somewhere else this evening. Steve invites us to extend our stay for one more night.
For breakfast, we are going for a hike, excellent training exercise for my recently recovered leg!
A slalom between beautiful yellow blooming but very spiky bushes, rolling stones and crooked trees.
We are climbing up towards the rocks which culminate on top of the mountain.
Four friends representing the 4 elements with their respective hats:
-Jochen, navy blue, is Water
-Steve, yellow/brown, is Earth
-Casey, red, is Fire
And me baby blue, the Air..
-Jochen, navy blue, is Water
-Steve, yellow/brown, is Earth
-Casey, red, is Fire
And me baby blue, the Air..
Or the Hair....flowing in the Levante!
After a good 10 km of walking, we are very hungry. Steve recommends us an excellent restaurant in Facinas, known for its amazing meat from the Campo.
Judging by the concentration of locals at the entrance, Restaurante Ventorrillo El Nene is the place to go in Facinas.
The meat-oriented cocina of the institution is illustrated on its walls: hunting trophy and Toreadors.
Open kitchen where giant pieces of meat are roasted and prepared in the blink of an eye.
We all share and start with: Perdiz encebollada with its curry sauce.
Followed by Entrecot retinto plancha...(the famous retinto beef recommended by both James a few days earlier and Steve)
And to finish: Cerdo del campo a la plancha.
Final firework for our taste buds: the most delicious, fluffy and light cheese cake we've ever had ..its secret: goat cheese!
Happy guts! Happy people!
Enjoying our last evening protected from the wind in Steve's charming friendly home.
Casey's loosing in chess. Reverse french "proverbe" :"Unhappy in game playing means, happy in love" though!
Casey's loosing in chess. Reverse french "proverbe" :"Unhappy in game playing means, happy in love" though!
We don't know it yet but we are about to experience the windiest night, we've ever seen. Despite the protection of the bamboos around us, our tent shaked all night long. The Levante bends our tent to its limits, to the point where we feel like someone is trying to punch us through the tarp. Big Agnes (our tent's name) however resisted against all odds, from the constant gust of wind reaching a minimum 70km/h!
10km more done climbing la Cima de la Sierra de Salaviciosa to claim our culinary reward at Ventorillo El Nene.
Total: 174 + 10= 184km
Total: 174 + 10= 184km
- Day 23: January 30th - Bolonia to Zahara de Los Atunes - 17km.
Our quadruple-times generous friends, Steve and Jochen, and first donators on our way! Thank you so much. We've spent amazing times with you, we will always remember that you offered us shelter from the furious Levante.
Steve drops us at the same place he picked us up a few days ago. We start again when we left off and start backpacking westward from Bolonia.
There are Romans ruins in Bolonia. Baetyls are a typical feature of this Necropolis: prism-shaped or cylindrical were more or less regular in shape and normally had a square base. They so depicted certains human traits that were deliberately crudely made. They are carved representations of marine deities or protective spirits of the Dead. Probably they may have been part of traditions of the Mediterranean that were inherited from the original inhabitants of Baleo Claudia.
Baleo Claudia had 3 necropolises, located outside of the city walls. Two of them are situated along the exits of the city, marking the pathway. The southeastern Necropolis covers an area of 2 hectares, and presents a high density of tombs. Two rites used to be performed here, incineration between the 1st century BC, and the 2nd century AC, and burial during the 3rd and 4th centuries AC. The most common archeological findings are simple cremation in urns, or tombs excavated from the ground. The most monumental tombs are rectangular mausoleums and funerary enclosures in the shape of a tower. At the back we noticed an old amphitheater.
Baleo Claudia had 3 necropolises, located outside of the city walls. Two of them are situated along the exits of the city, marking the pathway. The southeastern Necropolis covers an area of 2 hectares, and presents a high density of tombs. Two rites used to be performed here, incineration between the 1st century BC, and the 2nd century AC, and burial during the 3rd and 4th centuries AC. The most common archeological findings are simple cremation in urns, or tombs excavated from the ground. The most monumental tombs are rectangular mausoleums and funerary enclosures in the shape of a tower. At the back we noticed an old amphitheater.
Paying our hiking poles a visit, this tiny milles pattes (centipede) is teaching us to pace ourselves.
It's progressing slowly, step by step, one pair of legs after the other..
Still, there will be a time where we will get out of our chrysalide and turn into butterflies...flying above the kilometres done!
It's progressing slowly, step by step, one pair of legs after the other..
Still, there will be a time where we will get out of our chrysalide and turn into butterflies...flying above the kilometres done!
Casey's resting his legs: he is carrying all the food for 3 days and his body has to accustomed itself again to backpacking mode.
Lonely tree that must have been quite often slapped by the wind, but the view is worth it and it offers the ideal natural umbrella in the summertime.
We follow a well-preserved wooden path, along Bolonia's beach, leading to a Canope of trees, their roots and trunks slowly disappearing under the sand accumulated by Bolonia's dune.
Our path following the coastline is interrupted and we have to hike more inland to avoid a military base: the soldiers have there their own private beach, no access for the civilians. Dr. Robinson mentioned this base, criticising the soldiers who have there also their own small town, with bars/restaurants serving american food and in which the currency used is the US $. Apparently, they rarely step out of their base to explore the rest of Spain.
Casey and I, have, before our eyes, the splendid view of the Cape of "Gracia", starting point of the "Estrecho" Natural Park.
Like all sailors, Casey loves lighthouses: the tower of Gracia otherwise known as the "Camarinal" lighthouse, which stands 15 m above the sea level, was built over 500 years ago. Its purpose was to warn other towers of any danger via visual or acoustic signals. These towers serve to warn the locals of approaching Turkish-Berber pirates.
Going down the path after the ligthouse, we arrive in Village that was, according to Steve, built during the last 10 years: only luxury villas, summer houses and big estates with a semi-private access to La playa Los Alemanes.
Time for our lunch break on los Alemanes beach next to this colourful fisherman's boat.
Our suntans will be definitely funny ones...with our hats creating peculiar shapes on our foreheads. After so many days of storm-like/about-to-become-a-tornado wind, we are happy to walk again in the beach with Summer-like temperatures and only a small breeze to push us forward.
After almost breaking our tent in the Levante yesterday we are looking for any possibility to find a windproof place to stay for the night. The bunker (above) is tagged with a few quotes. The main one "This must be the place" inspires us to look inside to see if we could establish our camp there. No way!
"This must be the place", yes, for everyone to throw their garbage/trash.
"This must be the place", yes, for everyone to throw their garbage/trash.
We are looking for the perfect place, gazing at the immensity of the Atlantic Ocean. I used to live on the other side of the Sea (nostalgic sigh). Sending my love to my Friends in Canada!
17km done!
Total 184 + 17= 201km
Total 184 + 17= 201km
- Day 24: January 31th - Zahara de Los Atunes to Los Canos de Meca - 19 km.
We start the day with a little morning coffee. It's our first time using our little rainbow Bialetti and our camping stove. We had trouble finding the right camping gaz bottle at the beginning. It took us some time but we finely found what we were looking for in a chinese shop when we were in Tarifa.
Vaca loca a la playa and its asymmetrical horns. One minute earlier a Bull almost ran after us, he came down the little sand wall very quickly then luckily stopped and stared at us..as if waiting for any excuse to attack...we kept our heads down for this one.
This man is about to pull out a bigger fish than ever before in his life.
At the outskirt of Barbate, Casey poses in front of the peer and the local bunker. The walk until now, was showing us long stretch of secluded, pristine beaches.
We have to follow the narrow path on the right hand side of the road in order to cross the only bridge that leads to Barbate. On our right an illustration of the Spanish at work (i.e. the mañana attitude) electric poles dangerously bended by the wind are almost falling in the water. Noone thinks these should be repaired.
This one is definitely dipping one of its coiled wires into the water just beneath it. Try and find it on the picture above.
The area close to Cadiz is known for its succulent snowflakes-shaped salt. The salt is harvested mostly in the summer when the water of the salty rectangular ponds (salt marine mines) evaporates.
Walking across the bridge over salty water...
...meeting a grand-fatherly man fishing the traditional way.
Barbate is a cute little town with newly built bicycle paths where scooters (Trottinettes) are abundant. Several of them, swoop by us as we walk towards Barbate's promenade in front of the beach. On our way...
...this amazing house with what looks like a inhabitable pirate ship, the cactus beside it is also quite impressive.
...a succession of little decks to which are attached small fishing boats.
...the name of a live music bar: yes it is our destino to hike beside it
...the funny facade of a house in the city center.
...time for our lunch break after 10km. Casey enjoys his tapas: ventresca de Atun.
Our restaurant, Casa Oscar, provides on its menu, a small drawing to help naming each part of a fish. Since Casey and I love seafood, we have to be fluent in fish-related conversations.
In Barbate, you can also find beautiful initiatives, they have there, the 1st building made for the protection of swifts (Martinet), an ancient species which inhabited cliffs and now live in urban areas. This insectivorous and migratory species helps to controle insects/pests which (we've seen for the cactus also) necessary for the environment. Over the last decades, its population has fallen by 40 % due to:
- the destruction of their nesting places,
- the use of pesticide for the elimination of insects,
- and, Climate Change
After rewarding ourselves with this light meal, we leave Barbate behind us and climb up the sendero Torre del Tajo towards some big cliffs far up.
We both have very different ways of stretching our legs to avoid future injuries.
Casey is fascinated by the colours of these bushes' flowers. They each bloom in 3 different colours: yellow, orange/red and pink.
Stunning view of the Cliffs from la Torre: Carved Rock and the turquoise of the Ocean
Little coucou from up there.
We walk in the sunset of the National Park de la brena de Barbate toward the next village.
A sandy trail sheltered by Pine trees is guiding us to the next town that we can see between their branches.
We find the right place to camp above a secluded beach next to the town of Los Canos de Meca.
Our campsite above the cliffs of Los Canos de Meca.
19km done!
For a total of 201 + 19 = 220 km
For a total of 201 + 19 = 220 km
- Day 25: February 1st - Los Canos de Meca to Playa de El Palmar - 16 km.
The luxury of having a morning coffee. Second time on our trip, now, that we use wisely our equipment. Carrying the load of a camping stove starts to make some sense to us. We've tried to find some powder milk but we could only find leche condensada...a little too sugary for Casey's taste but I do love to have a bit of sugar in my coffee...so condensed milk, I figured, will be for me, the ultimate joy of my mornings.
Our morning view, crystal clear water. We can see in the distance, very few people, amongst them, 2 spearfishermen, wet suits on, moonwalking their way into the waves with their disproportionately large fins. Ideal conditions though for fishing with a harpoon: no tourists in the water to impale by mistake.
On the main street, the name of a hotel catches my attention: it is the title of my song "la Sirène" ...the one that attracted my sailor to me.
Los Canos de Meca looks like a ghost town: the hotels, bars, restaurants, bungalows are mostly close and empty. After a small stop at the local grocery shop to pack up food for the next 3 days, we find one of the 2 places open in the low season and stop for a motivational cana.
Casey notices that it's been the 3rd time now that waiters bring olives and cheese for the other guests to eat with their drinks while we get none...discrimination between the locals and "the tourists in shorts" that we are. Slightly disappointed in the service offered.
Casey notices that it's been the 3rd time now that waiters bring olives and cheese for the other guests to eat with their drinks while we get none...discrimination between the locals and "the tourists in shorts" that we are. Slightly disappointed in the service offered.
Los Canos de Meca loves to cover its electricity panels and walls with tasteful murals. This one has drawn my attention since it seems to depict the wisdom of an old Sioux Chief flowing from his wrinkled and veins into the Sea/Air...culturally misplaced but still very beautiful.
We leave Los Canos for the low tide, the Sea brought back a carpet of very fragrant algies on the shore.
Casey outed his Hawaiian bathing trunk today, looking for an opportunity to jump into the Sea. He's progressing slowly on the uneven ground, fully loaded with water and food, each step is a struggle, swallowed by the sand. His shoes tests the water of the Atlantic before Casey does. Not so easy to walk on a beach, you have to focus on every move you make, constantly estimating/evaluating how far the next wave will go: the funniest way to practice mindfulness meditation!
This exotic looking bar/restaurant with attractive colours and multiples terrasses levels is unfortunately closed in winter. We were looking at it (coveting it), from afar, salivating already, as if it was an oasis in the desert.
However, its patio under Palm trees, still offers shade for every passer-by.
The heat is compensated with a light breeze, ideal for our hiking pace.
However, its patio under Palm trees, still offers shade for every passer-by.
The heat is compensated with a light breeze, ideal for our hiking pace.
After 10km, we grant ourselves a break to jump in the tantalizing Ocean and to clean ourselves with our organic soap in its salty water...Hoping to find outdoor showers (not so easy in low season) or any source of fresh water, later down the line, to avoid tossing and turning at night because of the salt's itchiness.
One courageous surfer, who swiftly glides its board above the wave. The more we move away from Tarifa's area (and its crazy Levante) and get closer to Cadiz, the more we observe a switch in the tourists and locals population: less kitesurfers more regular surfers.
Now that we follow the coastline and often walk directly on the beach, we won't miss any sunset
Today's one is the most stunning so far, no distant haze to hide the sun final descent below the Sea level...Casey's radiating light ...his face radiates as well from the heat generated by his newly acquired sunburn.
Today's one is the most stunning so far, no distant haze to hide the sun final descent below the Sea level...Casey's radiating light ...his face radiates as well from the heat generated by his newly acquired sunburn.
Find the fisherman in the sun.
Just wow !
Just wow !
We now have developed a simple strategy not to be spotted by trouble makers when pitching our tent. We always wait for the sunset to disappear, and,with it,the people watching it.
The beaches so far were all ours, not many people in sight, a few dog owner, horse riders, nakedness-lovers and a couple of sunset's surfers.
The beaches so far were all ours, not many people in sight, a few dog owner, horse riders, nakedness-lovers and a couple of sunset's surfers.
Casey is looking back at our starting point, realizing slowly where he is...living the dream!
Tonight we are sleeping at Playa de el Palmar.
16km done!
For a total of 220 +16 = 236km
For a total of 220 +16 = 236km
- Day 26: February 2nd - Playa de El Palmar to the Mirador Faro de Cabo Roche - 15 km.
Casey's pointing at Conil de la Frontera where we hope we can find a grocery shop to replenish our stock of food for the next few days.
These fields of flower are filled with buzzing bees. We meet a couple who is very admirative when we try to explain in spanglish that the North Cape is our objective...for now we can only say Noruega...Noruega...
Casey posing between two historical artefacts.
The first, the tower of Castilnovo was originally a small fortress with a piece of artillery to defend the coast. An enclosure was built around it - its perimeter can still be discerned - which serve as lodging for both the almadraba workers and the marchants who came here to purchase tuna. The fortress had a mayor with full rights at the council of Conil which was in force before the earthquake of Lisbon in 1755. The earthquake caused a tsunami that destroyed the fortress, the tower being the only remaining element.
The second, is one of the 2 monoliths which were used for hanging the nets from tuna fishing.
The first, the tower of Castilnovo was originally a small fortress with a piece of artillery to defend the coast. An enclosure was built around it - its perimeter can still be discerned - which serve as lodging for both the almadraba workers and the marchants who came here to purchase tuna. The fortress had a mayor with full rights at the council of Conil which was in force before the earthquake of Lisbon in 1755. The earthquake caused a tsunami that destroyed the fortress, the tower being the only remaining element.
The second, is one of the 2 monoliths which were used for hanging the nets from tuna fishing.
A colony of Ibis Eremita, an endangered bird that has been reintroduced in the La Janda region as part of a recovery plan, has started nedtin on the roof of the tower.
Right before the city, this farm is clearly indicating the kind of animals they are working with.
Since a few days now, we are looking for fresh water to clean ourselves and our clothes. So far, all the rivers indicated on our map were dried out. Leaving us wondering: "if these rivers are already dry in winter time, the inhabitants of this area of Spain must have trouble to find drinkable water in the summer". On our way, we have seen people of San Roque fetching water from the local fountain, Juan in El Pelayo who always go to a small spring above his small town to refill its reserve of fresh water, and Steve our friend living in Saladaviciosa doing the same in his village.
At last at the entrance of Conil, we cross over a bridge and there underneath what seems to be a flowing river with fresh water. We are super happy and jump right away in the stream....unfortunately, being so close to the ocean, the water of this river is salted since the tides brings the ocean's water into the stream.
False hope...
At last at the entrance of Conil, we cross over a bridge and there underneath what seems to be a flowing river with fresh water. We are super happy and jump right away in the stream....unfortunately, being so close to the ocean, the water of this river is salted since the tides brings the ocean's water into the stream.
False hope...
However, just beside the beach close to the rio we find the first working shower....Hence Casey's overjoyed face at the few drops falling in his hands...This will do to wash off the salt and for a brief shampooing time.
Casey following heading into the city gates..on the other side, rows of villas and flats for rent, closed bar/ restaurants/ groceries....we loop around to fins anything open. We end up in a little bar open in the main city park. One drink and a cheese cake later, the waitress indicates us the way to the only supermarket open in this time of year.
I go inside the Carmela superstore looking for fruits and vegetables that I could buy to complement our food with vitamines since we have so far only smoked ham/tuna, salami...all the meat you can eat...but no trace of fresh greens...unfortunately everything here is sold in big quantity...I get out with 4 bananas and some of what i thought was tomatoes spreading....we'll discover later that again it is some kind of pulled pork mixed with a thin tomatoes salsa...more meat!
And I forgot the essential : water
I go inside the Carmela superstore looking for fruits and vegetables that I could buy to complement our food with vitamines since we have so far only smoked ham/tuna, salami...all the meat you can eat...but no trace of fresh greens...unfortunately everything here is sold in big quantity...I get out with 4 bananas and some of what i thought was tomatoes spreading....we'll discover later that again it is some kind of pulled pork mixed with a thin tomatoes salsa...more meat!
And I forgot the essential : water
This sculpture has been erected in honor of the workers of the Sea...this one seems to carry more than his load ...slaving away his old bones...a bit like Casey..now loaded with even more inedible food.
The flower beds have here a double function...you can pick your rosemary on the way..they grow in big bushes around the city...
We now walk along beautiful orange/red eroded cliffs, part of the path has crumbled down. We tread carefully...
Again centipedes..this time a whole colony...drawing funny shapes together..they still have to get the spelling right...a bit like me.
We reach Cala de Aceite, where a colony of a very different kind has also installed itself.. camping cars, mini vans of many Germans and Dutch people.
We are getting there our own show...paragliders soaring in the air, taking of and landing right beside us, gliding along the cliffs, trying to avoid touching the electric lines just a few meter behind us. One of the paraglider, showing off, wants to demonstrate how easy it is for him to land just on the staircase leading to the beach...epic fail...he ends up with his sail entangled in the spiky bushes right next to it. Casey is enjoying their dance with the wind while having a small snack break.
2 km later, after carving ourselves a path through the pine trees and low bushes, we find a perfect little hidden place in the forest above the small peer of the Mirador Faro de Cabo de Roche. Casey is taking care of cleaning the ground to pitch our tent...
...while I am taking care of an unexpected visitor. He loves the attention, purring away his contempt.
Our view this evening..old traditional fishing boats
Romantic lights and all.
We hang up our wash ...
15km done!
For a total of 236+15 = 251km
For a total of 236+15 = 251km
- Day 27: February 3rd - Mirador Faro de Cabo Roche to Poblado de Sancti Petri - 16 km.
First sight of our day, this man walking in the water with is shoes and pants with no care in the world to meet with the small motorboat. Behind him, a man going fishing with his kayak.
Getting around the little harbor and small peer, is quite easy, at first we walk under the cover of old Pine trees on a sandy trail.. We come across a river, with what cannot be really called a bridge. We leap carefully from stone to stone, looking forward to washing our hands once on the other side.
On our left, a boat cemetery, washed off wrecks and fishing boats, waiting for the high tide to get afloat one last time. In the back, a lot of old rusty anchors dutifully aligned like some kind of spooky piece of art. Like the previous stream, this river is again salty, water flowing in the wrong direction to taste anything other than Ocean's water.
The small city of Roche, is again built only for tourist, same ghost town feeling. The rare people we see are workers, building a cobblestones avenue brick by brick, others renovating/repainting the facades of empty resorts and fancy villas for rent, getting the fake city a face lift to be ready for the influx of people in the touristic season. We are looking for a place to have a quick lunch break and recharge our batteries metaphorically and literally.
Unexpectedly, turning toward the beach, we find the most incredible restaurant: Timon de Roche. Exploring the different decks and climbing up and down its staircases is an adventure for itself. Everything here is well thought of, designed to resemble a pirates' lair. Every piece of decoration and furniture is related to sailing: sculptures of captain and moose, treasure maps, steering wheel, sextant, actual entire sailing boat used as roof, a cellar made of the best wines, dining rooms decorated as if on an old polished wooden ship, giant pieces of meat exposed in big freezers for everyone to see, wavy aquariums with lively black lobsters waiting to be eaten, trees of traditional ham. We get ourselves a few tapas.
A woman, Sandra, bubbling personality, hired by the restaurant to promote its atmosphere to the future clients, is taking picture of : every artefacts, dining rooms, decks, rocky cave, lounge area leading directly to the beach. We exchange a few words while she captures a photo of us eating, in extase, the delicious local tapas. We are the only clients, they've just reopened a few days earlier.
A woman, Sandra, bubbling personality, hired by the restaurant to promote its atmosphere to the future clients, is taking picture of : every artefacts, dining rooms, decks, rocky cave, lounge area leading directly to the beach. We exchange a few words while she captures a photo of us eating, in extase, the delicious local tapas. We are the only clients, they've just reopened a few days earlier.
Casey's kisses the mermaid fountain:happy to get a schmoutz from the sea temptress.
Since we woke up quite late, we now walk in full sun and heat. Casey is fighting against his tiredness and intensive sweat, droplets of it forming a constant stream down in his neck, back and face.
Ahead of us we notice an open beach bar, perfect goal to motivate ourselves: there we can find some shade and stretch our leg to prepare for the hike to the next stop.
New York at half of the distance we are planning of walking our talk...
Casey enjoying the view and the shelter from the hot sun today. We will wait a little for the temperatures to be more walkable.
Question of the day: Como estan ustedes?
Here we are muy feliz!
Here we are muy feliz!
A young lady jumping her rope, doing acrobatic moves in the sunset...every day someone is performing a different show for us!
The long promenade in Sancti Petri...
..with its buskers and artists:
One busker: well, if you can call busking a guy spreading music from his phone to his speaker with no performance whatsoever.
One man/statue impersonating a not-so-friendly monkey with a shotgun from the movie "Planet of the Apes"
And at last this painter with his sailor demeanor and weathered face.
One busker: well, if you can call busking a guy spreading music from his phone to his speaker with no performance whatsoever.
One man/statue impersonating a not-so-friendly monkey with a shotgun from the movie "Planet of the Apes"
And at last this painter with his sailor demeanor and weathered face.
Little funny face session..We made it to Poblado de Sancti Petri.
Our campsite in the Park along the cliffs.
16km done!
For a total of 251 + 16= 267km
For a total of 251 + 16= 267km
- Day 28: February 4th- Poblado de Sancti Petri to San Fernando - 25 km.
Little breakfast near the beach in Sancti Petri.
Unfortunately we can't access Cadiz by following the coastline.
Unfortunately we can't access Cadiz by following the coastline.
So, Today we have to make a detour: go inland and cross Chiclana de la Frontera and cross the bridge in San Fernando before we can reach Cadiz ..our second big milestone after Tarifa.
Our objective of the day 20 km minimum so we can be on time the next day, in Cadiz, to check in for an Airbnb we've booked for 2 nights to celebrate there our first 300km.
Our objective of the day 20 km minimum so we can be on time the next day, in Cadiz, to check in for an Airbnb we've booked for 2 nights to celebrate there our first 300km.
Sancti Petri is more advanced than Gibraltar when it comes to water treatment..no sewage going in the Ocean...progress!
Casey's new hairdo!
Ahhh the flowers in winter..we never get bored of it!
Ahhh the flowers in winter..we never get bored of it!
Little wink for my friend Dani wherever she is!
One advantage of walking in the filthy outskirts of a city...murals, graffiti and quotes everywhere.
"We are just 2 lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year".
"We are just 2 lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year".
Centipedes spelling an I ?
I too feel victorious!
Not the vaccine, but still as healing...little tropical oasis amongst the industrial area we have to cross.
Butterflies and the color purple are the emblems of feminism in Chiclana. A few walls later we can see the relics of the me too movement here in Spain: someone tagged a purple "No es No".
When everything around is dodgy, a little mural is there to introduced a splash or colour and beauty. They love carnivals here in Chiclana.
What would be considered as an antiquity in most countries is still a thing here! Une cabine téléphonique!! How refreshing in a world infested with cellphones (including the one I am babbling on).
Carcass of a car being repaired?
"Elle en a sous le capot" en tout cas!
"Elle en a sous le capot" en tout cas!
Cuidado una bomba en la proximidad!
At a small street corner in the midst of the industrial area, we find this pearl of a restaurant. An hour ago, when we were ordering our tapas, the place was loaded with locals..always a good sign!
"Rafael todo tapas" is the place to go for delicious and cheap food. After walking our first 15km our stomachs are welcoming the treat.
Their carnillas was just melting under our forks.
Side note: apparently this guy in the forefront caught a fish; this big...
"Rafael todo tapas" is the place to go for delicious and cheap food. After walking our first 15km our stomachs are welcoming the treat.
Their carnillas was just melting under our forks.
Side note: apparently this guy in the forefront caught a fish; this big...
Tapas paradise...
Our waiter is super friendly. Seing us coming in with our fully loaded backpacks and our little Sea shells hanging from the zippers of our bags, he guessed we were going ton Santiago di Compostela and was quite enthusiastic and eager to have us tasting the best of the kitchen.
Cadiz is famous for its salt..here next to its many salt evaporation ponds/channels we can see another story...their salt is definitely mixed with the plastic waste generated by people throwing garbage out of their cars' windows.
Lots of birds are populating the ponds amongst them : pink flamingos.
We are walking for them..don't forget to donate !
Improvised Spanish gate made of anything they could find.
Being kind is more important than being wise, and understanding this, is the beginning of wisdom.
This time, walking alongside the train tracks and the autobahn, it is literally our way or the highway...
Casey's relieved, at last, we are crossing the only bridge giving access to San Fernando then Cadiz.
Pitching our tent at night, we were lucky to have found this beautiful green area in San Fernando.
25 km done!
For a total of 267 + 25= 292 km
For a total of 267 + 25= 292 km