“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

Thursday, 2 July 2009

Day 57 – 30th June – Tuesday, Castell de Ferro.

Spent most of the night squashing mosquitoes on the ceiling.
We drove on the main coast road to Almeria passing hundreds and hundreds of these plastic pepper tents, they stretched as far as the eye could see from the coast on our right to the foot on the mountains on our left. So we continued to the natural parkland of Capo de Gata where we saw fields of flowering cactus and dry scrub. We stopped at the beach opposite ‘Las Salinas’, large salt marshes just inland from the sea, and spent a couple of hours on the deserted beach (we later discovered the desertion was probably due to the hundreds of jellyfish that lined the shore!) before getting back in the van away from the searing heat.
I spent some time cooling down in the bird hide on the marshes watching the flamingos, Avocets and Godwits wading for insects in the mud. We moved the van from the beach to the marshes car park and had a fry up as visitors and dog walkers, runners and ramblers came and went. As the sun set, we were surprised to see a wild fox only metres from the van before it ran off into the scrub.

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