That was one of the most bizarre hikes
I have ever done. Melilla to Nadar excepted (nothing can be stranger
than that within 20KM).
This is neither suburbia, city, nor
countryside. Plots of what may appear as madness to someone who grew
up on the very strictly controlled planning laws of a very
Conservative Welsh Borders.
Goats. Sheep. Pigs. Spanish oaks. Mega
bathroom retail warehouse. Car dealers. Pharmaceutical research
centres. Fruit orchards and vegetable fields. Meat packing factories.
Old little houses with their own allotments. General no-mans land
turned dirt tracks. Scrap yards. Stupidly expensive new mansions and
even more stupid residential gated places. All this blown constantly
by a relentless, decomposing, salty Atlantic wind. Military aircraft constantly
overhead... Chaotic as fuck at first glance. Anarchistic even.
But, I guess if the goat guy does his
thing, the cork depot person does their thing, the pharma co manager
does their thing, the bathroom place keeps selling bathrooms, the
little independent smallholders keep themselves to themselves,
factories are just factories. It just seems to work. The apparent
mess is not relevant to everyday life here. Even the rubbish (a lot
of rubbish) and the huge stray dogs seem happy enough here. Somehow,
there is a very gentle harmony in all this craziness.
I suppose if everyone is going in
through the out door it doesn't really matter.
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