My last day out took a super route with some short steep “ups”, shady woods, and enjoably easy brisk contouring leading into a huge gorge. The woods, though mixed, were mainly evergreen (to my untrained eye anyway) and included many pines. Underneath these there were thousands of tiny pink miniature cyclamen: in the UK you see much bigger versions for sale in pots, but the wild ones were rather lovely.
The path turned left into the canyon and went up and along the LH side (true RHS) deep inland until it was possible to cross the – now dry – riverbed and turn back towards the coast.
The last section of the descent leads steeply down past a rather hippy collection of small campsites and some rather more luxurious thatched cabins on stilts, to debouch on a superb beach of round white pebbles. The beach shelved steeply so there was little floundering around in the shallows and the sea was wonderfully clear – luckily I had brought goggles so was able to join a shoal of very pretty fish for a while. After three swims, punctuated by sunbathing, I dried off my damp garments on the hot stones (and of course there was no sand to get in everything!) and sadly had to pack up.
After a steep climb uphill back to the road to catch the bus, a freshly-made herb pancake at the idally located “Mama’s” pension seemed justified. You’d think Mama would get pretty uncomfortable sitting at her floor-level oven – but I guess she is used to it.
The pancake was yummy and I shared some of it with:
And that is that as regards holiday until 2010 🙁