Steep hill climb through lush green. The Faro de Trafalgar, marks the point, where the Spanish Armada was defeated. Stumble bump slide down a shortcut/cliff to an isolated beach near Balonia, dotted with few encampments of naked people.
So I spend the afternoon there, turning my white bits pink, practicing sommersaults in the waves. Push Rose through the sand, and lift her over barbed wire to reach Balonia. In the evening Morroco is clear and close across the straight of Gibraltar. Sleep on the roof of a gun emplacement, bridge of moons reflection between me and the african continent.
