Hey all,
Interesting day – was a tough walk because of the six litres of water and also my right foot, the one I injured – I am limping and every now and then it really hurts if I step on it the wrong way – not much I can do about it here so I guess I will just wait until I am back in civilisation and hope that it gets better in the mean time.
Navigation was not as bad as I expected – was confused this morning because there is some marvel, a huge natural arch – and I never saw it. So I thought I was on the wrong track and was getting to the point where I was thinking about turning back, but then I ended up being on the right track after all – I somehow managed to walk past the photo opportunity marvel without seeing it at all. Don't know how that even happened. Next time, I suppose.
Interesting abandoned hut thing on the way, and some amazing views on the way down to the beach – which I now have completely to myself and have only clambered into the hammock because it is dark. There were a few people when I arrived, all got here by boat – four of them (an English bloke, an Italian woman, another bloke from somewhere else altogether, and a Spanish woman) gave me a round of applause when I arrived – they had hired a zodiac and had been lounging about all day – and I was the first person they saw arrive here by foot.
A well defined camping place in the bushes on one side of the bay – even had a cobbled together table in one spot – unfortunately as soon as I was left alone there was also a well defined herd of legitimately wild pigs, some black, with the distinct razorback line of bristles along the spine – they were zooming in and out of the forested camp ground area, grunting and slopping around in the water behind the beach – which I assume is not salt, because they looked like they were drinking it. Didn't want to deal with them in the middle of the night, so clambered up the other side of the bay, set up the hammock in what I hope is a pig unfriendly spot. Also saw a couple of wild goats – the mother goat was cruising along at the the bottom of the cliff in a sensible kind of way, munching at bushes – the little baby goatlet was scampering up and down the cliff for no good reason at all out of sheer exuberance.
Sat down by the ocean, had a cigar, clambered back up to my camping spot, am once again swinging in the hammock. No connection to the net although I did have one on the beach, so might have a go at posting this in the morning.
Down to three litres of water – a bit tonight, a litre in the morning – will set off tomorrow with two. Which will be fine, assuming I don't get lost. Might make the coffee in the morning with sea water – the percolator will distil it. And might get a litre of what the pigs were drinking to boil if things get desperate. On the plus side, the pack will not be as appalling heavy as it was for most of today. Which will hopefully mean the foot will not hurt as much tomorrow.
Photos. 1. Inside the hammock, last night. 2. That big bluff is more or less where I am heading. 3. The weird abandoned hut thing. 4. Getting closer. 5. Getting much closer. 6. I am currently hanging somewhere about centre of the shot. Hopefully the pigs, being slovenly creatures, will stay away from this cliffy looking bit. 7. All mine. 8. Looking back from where I came – the lights are Cala Golone.
Cheers, B.
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