Its been a long day. This morning lost in a network of farm roads, gravel and rocks, clouds of small insects like sand thrown into your face. and Dragonflys in such vast numbers that they cover the path. I cycle through the heat of the day, determined to make it to the beach, and a swim.
Its Jennies birthday today. I call her from the main plaza of a small town.
Sleep on the beach or find a hostel? I have left it too late to cycle out of Cadiz to find a good spot. I waster time watching surfers from the clifftop promenade, near the historic part of town.
So I find myself at Caracol hostel, where instruments are brought out, and not put away until three. Its here that I meet some great people, particularly Heidi, Kristi, Rob, and Gerome, who, indirectly convince me to stay another day.
