“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

Tuesday, 2 June 2009

Day 25 – 29th May 2009 – Friday

We stayed around the campsite reading all morning in the sun before setting off around 1:30pm. The road was again stunning, but very steep. Inorder to get to the coast, we had to cross the Sierra De Urbasa, which meant a slow and steep climb and then a very long zig-zag decline. The view from the top was awesome, the entire valley was visible as well as the red kites nests on the rocks. We drove on.
Still nowhere obvious to pull in and sleep, so we turned to the TomTom for advice. It suggested that there was a camping ground not more than 8km from where we were parked. When we got there it had been shutdown (looked beautiful and perfect for us too). It was only 5:30pm and the sun was still beating, but the drive was in deep woodland and so sheltered from the sun and the road. This campsite was the only one for miles around, so a bit dejected, we decided to back Bee up to the locked gates and stay overnight anyway. Perched on our chairs between the bumper and the gates we ate, read for a while then went to bed at 9:30pm (still daylight!), intending to make a dawn start.

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