“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins
Wednesday, 27 May 2009
Day 21 – 25th May 2009 – Monday, Accous.
Still no internet access and still more rain and thunder storms, we have moved further south, maybe 20kms from the Spanish border to a place called Accous in the low mountains. Bought yet more food and wine and set up under some trees, did some washing, (in an ancient machine that had more operating procedures than 747, and no spin cycle….grrrr.), which is now hanging, sodden, on every piece of wire or hook we have available to us, so much so that Ant is worried we will wake tomorrow with water on our lungs from the humidity of wet clothes hanging in the pop top! We are currently watching the huge hovering red kites (or are they Black Kites, can’t really tell from this distance) and the mist rolling over the mountain tops above us – a bit intimidating actually. The guy here said they had beautiful sunshine yesterday and expect a mixed day tomorrow, so we are going to stay two nights in the hope it will clear before we ask Bee to attempt the mountain crossing on Wednesday.