“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, 24 June 2009
Day 50 – 23rd June 2009 – Tuesday, Fuseta.
This campsite is home to a huge number of cats; some of them we assume to be strays. The place is made all the more welcoming for them since some bright spark decided to cover all the pitches in gravel instead of grass. It’s mostly sheltered from the wind making it nice and hot for them and the number of mobile homes and permanent caravans gives them some shade whenever they need it (unlike us paying residents), so when the wind does blow you welcome the breeze and turn your face to it to cool down, only to be instantly choked by the smell of a thousand cat craps hitting the back of your throat… not nice at all, and to make matters worse it only seems to be where we are pitched! But last night we were sitting by the van with our Irish coffees as usual (bottle number 5 now Alan) when the Germans opposite shone their trillion-candle torch directly at Bee and the end of our pitch… turns out next door have 5 small kittens, look about 11-12 weeks old, and mum had brought them all out from underneath next doors caravan last night for a bit of night air – very cute.