Wild camping is quite acceptable if you don’t mind things that go woof in the night, and cycling with your chemical toilet (or comically long arms). And watch out for soft ground. And make sure your inverter is working properly. And don’t get your blog hacked at the same time. Other than that, piece of cake!
Just a short hop along the coast today for a change of scene. The camping at Castillo de Baños was actually quite fine, but only
On the move again, this time skipping westwards along the coast to the Costa Tropical, stopping for the night in a campsite at Castillo de
After a day in the hills of the Capo de Gata, this mirador on the coast between Rodalquilar and Los Escallos was a welcome point to take a rest, enjoy the view, and reflect on the days efforts. I also learnt about ‘Love Locks’, so educational as well!
The gorge finally tipped me out onto a track leading to the Gold Mines of Rodalquilar. These are impressive open-cast mines, with earlier shafts and tunnels exposed by the latter workings. Mined for thousands of years for various ores, gold was discovered at Rodalquilar in the 1800’s, and mined commercially from the 1920’s until the 1960’s, except during the Spanish Civil War of the ’30’s. It’s now possible to walk freely among the workings, and there is a mountain bike route that circles the main workings.
After seeing smaller caves further up the hill this one, large enough to be habitable, was found on the lower slopes. Straw and footprints, both animal and human, showed recent use, plus a concealed anti-chamber.
A very picturesque scene, a deep cutting between two hills that seems more verdant than the surrounding hillsides. There a small caves high on the
A rocky descent which is requiring a good degree of walking. There is an information board which is highlighting some of the flora to be found, this area seems lusher than other parts, probably as what little rain falls is funnelled downwards. The bike is propped against what appears to be a shelter/bunker for hunting purposes, boar perhaps.
This is a hunting lodge perched on top of a hill called Cerro Rellana. They seem to be big into hunting all over rural Spain,
Loosing my grip on the way up, but mollified by the view back down across the bay of Los Escallos. The twin peaks of the Cerro de Los Frailes providing the backdrop.