Sunday afternoon, while everyone was either at the beach, having a siesta, or both, we headed inland in the general direction of a big mountain rising up in the middle of nowhere. 
Nestled at the foot of the mountain was a town called Callosa De Seguna, a real, run down old Spanish town, with narrow alleyways, feral looking cats and dilapidated buildings. Like any Spanish town it also had a number of churches, one in the heart and one upon a hill overlooking the town, making sure the citizens are being good god-fearing peasants!
The place was so quiet, with most people tucked away behind blinds, watching sport or listening to some old dog crooning away on the radio. Occasionally the silence would be broken by some hoon driving his fiesta around the streets or, more in fitting with the place, the bells of the church.
Just out of Callosa, is most likely a road in the Guinness Book of Records for speed bumps and zebra crossings. God only knows why so many zebra crossings are needed for a town of 1000 people, but I guess it keeps people in work, building zebra crossings must be a very lucrative industry.
After a short siesta it was my turn to shine and feed the hungry with a good old fashioned charcoal BBQ and a fine job I did of it, despite more recent exposure to Australian gas powered models. Ah, the old skills never die, eh.
There were BBQ leftovers the next day as we caught a 30 minute ferry from Santa Pola to the small island of Tabarca. Here there was a really nice calm and clear area for bathing and more of those narrow Spanish streets.
After a wander around, a dip in the water and a lemon slush, it was back on the ferry to Santa Pola, where some more obligatory holiday pics were forthcoming. Looking a bit pale compared to these two wrinkly fossils!
On the way back from Santa Pola we stopped briefly at one of the salt lakes to see the pink (and white) flamingos. I couldn’t get too close to them thanks to a large ditch full of evil looking salty water but a bit of zoom action can do wonders and show up white blobs in the distance with a bit more clarity!
The day ended just up the road from El Rancho with Pizza and a few drinks in an Italian restaurant in Spain with German staff and mostly English customers.
Nestled at the foot of the mountain was a town called Callosa De Seguna, a real, run down old Spanish town, with narrow alleyways, feral looking cats and dilapidated buildings. Like any Spanish town it also had a number of churches, one in the heart and one upon a hill overlooking the town, making sure the citizens are being good god-fearing peasants!
The place was so quiet, with most people tucked away behind blinds, watching sport or listening to some old dog crooning away on the radio. Occasionally the silence would be broken by some hoon driving his fiesta around the streets or, more in fitting with the place, the bells of the church.Just out of Callosa, is most likely a road in the Guinness Book of Records for speed bumps and zebra crossings. God only knows why so many zebra crossings are needed for a town of 1000 people, but I guess it keeps people in work, building zebra crossings must be a very lucrative industry.
After a short siesta it was my turn to shine and feed the hungry with a good old fashioned charcoal BBQ and a fine job I did of it, despite more recent exposure to Australian gas powered models. Ah, the old skills never die, eh.
There were BBQ leftovers the next day as we caught a 30 minute ferry from Santa Pola to the small island of Tabarca. Here there was a really nice calm and clear area for bathing and more of those narrow Spanish streets.
After a wander around, a dip in the water and a lemon slush, it was back on the ferry to Santa Pola, where some more obligatory holiday pics were forthcoming. Looking a bit pale compared to these two wrinkly fossils!
On the way back from Santa Pola we stopped briefly at one of the salt lakes to see the pink (and white) flamingos. I couldn’t get too close to them thanks to a large ditch full of evil looking salty water but a bit of zoom action can do wonders and show up white blobs in the distance with a bit more clarity!The day ended just up the road from El Rancho with Pizza and a few drinks in an Italian restaurant in Spain with German staff and mostly English customers.
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