Organising the day for a decent walk was not going to be too difficult after all. Weather helped and the shops in Benamocarra were open when I arrived at 9 so I bought bread and other food for the walk and my remaining 2 days at Bambú. Did I mention – and had coffee. 😉
Up the Rio Almachar again but in the opposite direction. A bridge. Always a bridge to remind you it’s a river. Just look at how well defined the road is though!
Turn left and left again just after the very large eucalyptus tree and the old green sofa dumped near the junction of this and the river that flows out to sea at Torre del Mar.
Keep going past the donkey. She stopped eating only momentarily to watch me pass.
Good to see a few citrus trees remaining among the water hungry mango and avocado plantations up and down the surrounding hillsides. Honestly, I predict doom and disaster for this region. Imagine another 3 or 4 years of insufficient water. Not nice.
Some spectacular flowers along the way. Yellows, whites, red and mauves. Everywhere. Alongside the (mostly) dusty riverbed
Had to jump a few creeks. Narrowly escaped a boot full twice in places that looked almost uncrossable if I was to keep dry feet. Not often I say it but, thank heavens for waterproof boots.
This, according to one source, left the working population considerably depleted. I believe they were mainly farm workers so that would have been a serious loss to the region. In fact, without the Moores/Arabs introducing the dry land farming and various systems of water storage and irrigation this region would not have been as important to Spain, a veritable food bowl still. Some distinctive buildings:
Not a Mexican standoff. 😙 Amazing how they manage the ubiquitous hills and let me assure you this was a reasonable slope.
Would that I’ll be as good in my time…..
The most fascinating towns on this particular walk were one high up on the mountain overlooking Benamargosa. If I stay at Bambú again I’m going up there. The town is called Comares and I love how it’s perched so far up above Benamargosa on a real mountain.
The other was La Zorrilla, almost like a model constructed to show a typical Andalusian town. I didn’t see any residents, just a few cats, and I heard a concrete mixer. There was no bar nor shop of any sort that I could find.
And very much worth visiting!