What advantages short nights have
The night was dreamy, the French next to us apparently didn't know their way around their new camper and, for whatever reason, left the alarm on. And every time we moved, the alarm went off. The first time around one o'clock, and again around six in the morning. So I lay awake that night, because at 1 I felt I had slept in. When I slowly fell asleep again at 4, everything was fine again. Until 6 a.m. But what the hell, we'll just pack up early and hit the road. The destination this time is San José. That's in the south and we don't know if we'll reach it. First the motorway, then overland again from Mazarrón. Right through the mountains. Again a beautiful landscape. This reddish-brown land, paired with blue skies and every now and then a glimpse of the sea. You can't make up these colour combinations. But you can enjoy them.
Our first break in Águilas by the sea. We went to a supermarket beforehand, I was so hungry for fruit... So I bought lots of fruit, a pack of muesli and a litre of almond milk. At the beach we had our zMorgen at 12 with muesli, milk and fruit.
We continued along the sea. And suddenly we were in a nature park Cabo de Gata Nijar. No hotels are allowed to be built here and there are fantastic winding roads. A dream for motorcyclists. For caravans I could imagine that it would be exhausting. But no matter. We find a campsite right by the sea, even with a small pool. At first I wonder why there has to be a pool by the sea, but we find out that the beach is very very stony, even rocky, and with the strong waves it is definitely not something for children and timid, unathletic heikers. It looks great, though. It's great for photos, but probably not for swimming.
For dinner we go to the nearby village of Las Negras and discover to our surprise that we have ended up in a magical drop-out village. It's all full of cool guys with grid curls and tattoos. All are backpackers and surfers. The restaurants and cafés are overcrowded yet incredibly charming. The food is brilliant. We learn here that you always get a tapas with your drink. And we are surprised (beforehand) that there is so little on the bill.
Here we learn from two German women what life is like here and that this little place is indeed privileged by its location in a nature park and cannot be spoiled by rosy hotel complexes. And we are once again very happy that we simply followed our noses and were once again more than gifted.
