Hotel El Capi
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... guides told Santiago that the desert was so big, he felt so small, and as if he should stay quiet. In the desert Santiago had much time to think. He started to understand the language of the universe. He also realized that the caravan people had a mission, to get to Egypt. They all never gave up even when they had to take detours or dig to find softer sand for the camels they still went on.
... br> go to local cafe for single scoop and ring dearly beloved. Says she is busy selling daughters house running pub acting as taxi for chilian employee and cleaning rooms. All of this unpaid. M Teresa you Dick you are not even in the game.
Tomorrow I will add a few photos, not much as we are getting a bit repetitive, and post.
Getting close chaps, C Ahab esq is not far from the last cable (1 tenth of a nautical mile swabs)
... see 2 respectable looking fellows who I assume will help me shake this guy off. But as I approach I realize... oh sh-t... these are crazy drunk guys too!
I'm really getting a bad feeling about this hike--and I haven't even left Tanger yet. I wistfully remember my hikes through the desert where I could go for days and days without ever feeling the slightest bit threatened by anybody. On the contrary, people would go out of ...
BARBARIC BULL RUN
We decide to put some roots down for a week and recharge our batteries. Literally, that is, i.e. camera, iPad, mp3 etc. and so we find a lovely campsite in the Parque Natural de la Brena y Marismas de Barbate. This is an area blanketed in pine trees for as far as the eye can see. Ah, I hear you say, but what about the caterpillars? Well, on driving through the area, we spot not one single nest and on enquiring at the campsite, are told that ...
The day started well enough, but ended with shame being heaped on Google. We quitted the apartment in good order and had a final wander around El Puerto de Santa Maria with our dead-batteried camera (so no pictures today I'm afraid). We popped our noses around the doors of a couple of sherry bodegas (to enjoy the smell of the barrels), before wending our way towards the bull-ring. Standing in the arena was interesting but unnerving. With stone benches around the ...