We’d been driving every day for a week, so on Saturday the van stayed put. We cycled into Puerto de Mazerron, had a wander round and posted some cards. There was a bike shop with some electric bikes; Dave had a go on one and was suitably impressed. They were different from others we’d seen in that the motor was mounted on the front down tube driving the pedals and there wasn’t a twist grip to activate it; you simply started pedalling and the motor gave you a helping push. It was a strange sensation, but one you could get used to. We’ve made a decision regarding bikes and boats. Despite there being some very cheap electric bikes out here, were going to keep the hacks that we’ve got till we’ve been on the boat for a while then assess how useful something like that would be. If it ain’t broke etc. We rode back to the van and spent the rest of the afternoon on the beach.
We walked into the town and had an ice-cream followed by a siesta in the back of the van, then set of down the coast again. We’re sure that where we spent the night has a name but it’s not on the map. It was somewhere between Sopalmo and Carboneras, there was a little beach bar where we had a beer before tea and there was a big building project going on in the hills behind us. There has been a lot of building going on in southern Spain. “Urbanisations” dominate a lot of the view; thousands of identical villas separated by flowering hedges and palm trees sprawl out around bright green golf courses. Each brightly painted block ends abruptly against a perimeter wall, beyond which the arid land is being feverishly churned up in preparation for the next sector. No doubt the local economy is benefiting hugely from all the foreign wealth, and there really is no argument against that, no matter how much you think it is all a blot on the landscape.