“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

Sunday, 12 July 2009

Day 67 – 10th July – Friday. Benidorm – L’Albufera.

Left Benidorm around lunchtime and drove through the Parc L’Albufera south of Valencia which was gorgeous, vast lush wetlands with herons and egrets all over the place. We found a large open beach just north of El Perello and wild camped. We spent the afternoon on the beach – the sea was the warmest yet and the waves the most powerful. It also had beach showers and so we were able to freshen up before our pasta dinner on the sand watching the fisherman (glass of vino in hand of course). Unfortunately sleep wasn’t easy; the car park we had chosen (farthest away from the road and quiet) seemed to be a favourite after dark – particularly for a couple of guys who parked right next door to us and began dancing for each other right outside the van! As fears grew that we’d picked a local dogging spot, we realised the pair were actually doing us a favour…. each car that pulled in shone their lights at the half-clothed guys and drove straight out again, best security guards in the world!
Next to disrupt were the mosquitoes …in full force – we sat up in bed at dawn and killed a dozen or so before finally we could hear them no more.

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