“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

Saturday, 25 July 2009

Day 77 – 20th July – Monday. Torre de Sal. Decided to leave today and started to pack and clean everything as best we could. Another night with barely 3 hours sleep and too much beer. Much as I have loved this festival… a week is too long to burn the candle at both ends. I must have gotten old!
We spent the afternoon on a beach at Torre de Sal, north of Orapesa. Ant slept and I walked the beach – still not able to sleep in the heat.
Phil and Lee arrived in their van about 7pm and we all went out for a lovely Paella meal along the beach. Gonna miss those two, I haven’t laughed so hard and so often in ages.

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