Seaside at last

15.05.11

Yesterday was a big day Dieter drove for miles and miles. We spent a number of hours driving through the Sierra Baza, which is the most beautiful place to visit , each corner brought a new vista of fantastic scenery, lots of wildlife to  be seen too , we saw a couple of beautiful red haired deer. Once again Herman climbed the high mountains until we reached a plateau at about 2,500 metres. I kept saying to Dieter that it feels like the roof of the world and the peace and quiet is unbelievable.  If you ever want a place for beauty and tranquillity then the Sierra Baza is the place. The day was taken up with driving through the Sierra Nevada a number of hair raising situations the worst of which was when the main road went through a village and Dieter drove through with not even millimetres to spare on either side and on the roof, where the balconies had grazed Herman’s roof. I had taken us on the wrong road, but we drove along the gravel track as Dieter was concerned about  retracing  our steps through the village. I was nervous about travelling on yet another donkey track,  especially when we were so high up in the mountains, but I should have trusted Dieter’s judgement for soon we were back on the highway and headed towards the Sierra Nevada. Stopped to use the computer and fill up at a petrol station before heading off for  La Calahorra , another pretty village with the most ugly castle, so ugly I didn’t take a photo. Replenished our pantry from the local thieves  otherwise known as the local supermercado!! We were then off to Valor crossing through the Sierra Nevada to Ugijar and then into Las Alpujarras. We stopped for a late lunch –cooked by my good self and we shared this with the 1000’s of flies that invaded our site, needless to say we moved on searching for a place to stop for the night. We couldn't find a place in the mountains so opted to go to the coast and found a spot right by the sea in Salobrana. We got out of the cab just like the gieriatrics we are and skipped down to the sea - skipped, yes! because the sand was just like broken bits og glass - then there were pepples like huge rocks - we eventually took refuge in the cooling waters of the Med but this only gave short relief - after a couple of minutes paddling (we actually looked as though we were doing some sort of rain dance - Sue you would not have been proud of me, there was no rhythm at all. We hopped back up the beach - washed off the debris on our feet. Dieter used the shower part of the washer and soaked himself, so we had to have a drink and wait whilst heis shirt dried off. A walk back to Herman and we called in at another bar where the Murray match was being televised - needless to say we watched him lose. Then to bed. Next day we set off for pastures new - we just didn't know how long we would be travelling..........