We set off earlyish (after a gorgeous cup of tea watching the sunflowers raise their heads to the sky) and continued east towards Granada and the Sierra Nevada. The Chris Stewart territory that we have both been looking forward to. We needed supplies so decided to stop at Estepa, a small town just off the main road, tiny cobbled streets and a one-way maze. We successfully found a museum-come-tourist office and got the necessary maps before searching for a supermarket when the news came in from home; my childhood idol is dead! After a few more tight turns and some VERY steep and narrow lanes we gave up and got back on the main road – food would have to wait.We finally came to rest on a tiny mountainside campsite in Pinos Genil on the Genil River. We chose it because its name, ‘Aguas Blancas’, suggested views of rushing rapids and mountain waterfalls, it turned out to be another small river that crossed the road in front of us… as we pulled in there was thankfully a wooden bridge crossing the water albeit a bit rickety.. I got out to have a look just as a man came out and told us we ought not to take the bridge, but that it would be safer to drive through the water, Bee cruised casually through and we found a lovely spot with our own bathroom; Camping en suite. We love it. By 3pm we were sat in the shade with wine, olives, cheese and fresh bread listening to the river below.
No comments:
Post a Comment