Some of today’s stunning scenery, on the penultimate day, is reminiscent of North West Scotland and Mid Wales. Empty for miles with the occassional farmstead. Sheep and goats (though with bells) and actual shepherds tending their flocks. A dam. National parks, view points. And some lovely ups and downs.
The best of these was in a town, El Burgo (no MacDonalds were seen). It always seems steeper when you are enclosed by buildings. Why don’t they build these places in the plains?
Today felt a landscape to return to in different seasons. Verdant spring for example.
Perhaps predictably we started the first ascent going back up the roads and tracks John drove us yesterday. It’s a lot cooler early morning and the light makes everything glow.
Ronda is not related to Rhondda apart from bells.
Travelling reflections 