Changes 3

Spanish mountains, all dried up and ripe with fruit that rots for the ants.

Amongst the hills the three of us climbed to visit a village that had once been occupied by poor farmers and was then abandoned for a place nearer to the local mine. Now it´s been resurrected; the houses are still there, but the roofs are different looking, some like the prow of a boat, or a kite, or something out of the Black Forest. Lots of Germans, looking for ambrosia here, and to an extent they have found it. There is milk and honey. Also there´s a bar, shop, bakery, telephone and TV. So you want t get away from it all? Why not build the exact same thing you wanted to get away from in the first place, but this time in the mountains, so only the locals and european hippys can come and bother you. Not so unreasonable?

I´m probably being harsh, but 3 days was enough to understand that there were a lot of good intentions and some confused fuckheads looking to get wasted in a nice setting. Always the same.

So back to the beach for some rest and recovery from some waterborne illness, I picked up in the mountains and which has just chosen to surface in the last 4 hours. Lovely

Cakky pants.