“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 58 – 1st July – Wednesday, Los Lobos.

After another night spent squashing mosquitoes and melting in the heat (we don’t leave the back door open at night when wild camping for security reasons) we both woke a bit groggy and decided to find a campsite for a much needed shower (arse still itching) and some escape from the heat.
We headed north towards Cuevas del Almanzora because the map showed it to have a lake / reservoir. No lake. No reservoir. Only a dried up riverbed and a half-built, empty canal. Back to the beach at Villaricos and we found a campsite, but it wanted €29 per night… my arse wasn’t that itchy. We continued towards Los Lobos and in the middle of nowhere found this mobile home park with space for travellers. A much more respectable €17 per night with excellent showers, run by an English couple. He sounds the spit of Geoff Boycott and she sounds like Carol Thatcher, but they are most helpful and keep the place in immaculate condition. As it was lunchtime and we couldn’t actually get into the site or find anybody to help us, we went looking for somewhere to buy supplies as we intend to stay two nights. We found the Spanish equivalent of ‘Arkwrights’ in Los Lobos; there wasn’t anything this tiny store didn’t sell, from meats and cheeses, veg and salad to shower curtains and DVD players. The place was rammed from floor to ceiling with all sorts of stuff.

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