Er loopt een eenzame hond over straat, verder is er niemand. Bij de fontein was ik mijn gezicht en mijn lichaam met het ijswater uit de berg. Lapoblacion licht boven op de berg, vanaf hier is het dalen en zal ik het landschap worden, nu kan ik haar observeren.
A man with a dirty blue t-shirt and a polka dot dog looks across the valley and laughs at a farmer stuck with his tractor in the field. He has greasy hair and thick lines in his face, much he has seen. He smells of sour wine and smiles a toothless smile. He talks without me having to understand, he's drunk and happy to share the weight of his soul.
I explain to him that I would like to camp on the mountain and he is glad to take on the mission. We lift my bike and bring it high up the mountain. The bike is very heavy and brambles grow everywhere, cutting my ankles each step we take. I am not really enjoying the quest anymore, as I'd seen many places fine to camp but the man is taken with excitement,
"look here!" "or here!" "or HERE!"Mira, mira“
Then I stand in a field of brambles and thistles. It's a terrible place to put a tent but I cannot get my bike out of the field alone. I descend to the village, get the man, and together we take my bike down again. I get to the place I had been a few hours earlier, set up my tent, exhausted.