First realisation of the day; Nobody picks up their dogs poo in Spain, because they have an army of dung beetles who gladly do it for them. When we woke, Bee was surrounded by beetles either rolling poo, fighting over it or fighting each other to get near it. Weirdly fascinating to watch.We drove through the centre of Valencia (beautiful city) and found a supermarket near Benicassim. Bought bed sheets, new saucepan and supplies for the festival, before continuing on to the town and the campsite Alhazar…. where we were booked in by Wesley from San Francisco. Wesley invited us to join him at a bar, La Nomade, on the beach at 11pm for a Flamenco show that his friend is a band member in. He also kindly agreed to print our camping ticket for the festival on his home computer for us and bring it along tonight, we are still concerned that the faxed copy won’t scan very well.
We spent the afternoon wandering through town and back along the beach – still not found the venue for Monday, but we at least now have a map.
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