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... the hydro plant, and its impressive "tuberia" which channels the water supply, the path gets rougher and climbs more steeply - and with more of those irritating drops in between the climbs. The ascent is therefore quite a slow one (mainly on account of me needing to stop for frequent rests) and I'm quite surprised to find, when we stop for a lunch break alongside the river, that it's already taken us 3 hours from Capileira. And we're only about as far along the trail ...
... a rest stop. I can see Las Tomas above - not too far away, but still about 300m above, so after temporarily losing the path (which is again squandering height by going downhill!), I decide it's time to turn round. Back at La Isla, the trees provide plenty of shade and an excellent lunch spot.
Then it's upwards again and back to La Cebadilla. Unfortunately, from here, there's another ascent (which I hardly noticed ...
... I only live once right? Apparently, the men are very fond of blondes. It was good experience since I have always wanted to learn to salsa and other types of dancing. After the salsa bar, we headed to a discotecha. The one we went to last week was much more my speed as the men were not 18-20. They at least had a little more class than the boys last night. After dancing with one for 2 minutes MAX, I found myself being lead to a corner to which ...
... one. It was like an English pub, which was sign number 1 and then when we had our first tapas, it was sooo salty we didnt finish it. Instead of leaving the place we decided we would order a whole dish each.. which was super salty as well. That night we learned you shouldn't go to every bar thats open. Eventhough the tapas was bad, the company was good, we laught a little and then went to salsa! I love salsa and the class was very basic but it was fun to do. There were sooo many people, ...
... setting, only with small hills and no mountainous rock.
Right off the train in Granada we stuck out like a sore thumb because the policia "randomly selected" us for checking and made us go into a small room to show our passports one by one. Once again, we were lost in a new city. We trekked away from the train and touristy spots until we finally came upon a hostel. At this point the combo of no sleep or food, the sun and ...