He had never taken a picture before
dangerous road
Oches drawn chariot
Altruism
picture mistake with local campañero
decorated donkies+Dutch donkey at harvest festival
Saturday
Saturday Oct 25. 2014 Guillena – Castilblanco de los Arroyos 27 km. Today the weather is nice. My dear brothers abandoned me today. Shortly before their departure, we saw a decorated chart pulled by donkeys , embellished oxen in front of a wagon, followed by a procession with a sort of queen. Jack asked if this was a funeral. But it proved to be a harvest festival. The procession led to the statue of the local saint, which would be picked up and carried through the village. We stopped for breakfast. We asked one of the present campagnero’s to take a picture of us. The Spaniard thought we wanted a picture of him. O.K. if that will cheer him up. Then we asked him to take a picture of us. He had never done that before, we understood. Just try. The result was that he accidently turned off the camera. A Spanish beauty insisted we made a picture of her and me? Allright then. Photo. I am her vaquechero (cowboy) and she is my “belle”. Is it written well, Paulien (Paulien knows Spanish)?
It is not so bloody hot. Or maybe it is, but the wind cools the air a little. I’m walking at some higher altitude and it is a beautiful route through rolling countryside with olive groves, half wild cattle, groupes of horses, and large groups of hunters. During the day I constantly saw cars pass by with trailers loaded with dogs of all sizes and of unspecified race, put all together. There were so many of them that it seemed they were going to the slaughterhouse. The hunting system is clearly different from ours in the Netherlands. On saterday one shouldn’t walk in the Spanish fields, because bullets fill the air. I saw a nature reserve fully popped by gunmen and at a next place in a vast landscaped park, the dogs raced around me in all directions. In the most unexpected, remote places I walked into hunters, whom I greeted friendly and whom I wished a nice catch. After all, I am a guest in their garden of delight. Only once I saw one with loot. With those chaotic dogs one never catches anything, I think.
In the afternoon the weather got warmer and I followed a large stretch of road. No cafe, little habitation and when I passed a farm somewhere, then it was far away from my path, with a long driveway of 500 m. or more and always with a locked gate at the beginning of the driveway. Then it’s pretty hard to ask for a place to stay overnight.
I met Vincentio from Sicily. He emigrated to Galicia in the north of Spain, because he didn’t like the political atmosphere and the role of church in Italian Sicily. We had diner together in the evening. Vincentio said his father once got entangeld in a pack of wolves while hunting: 3 dogs killed. For safety reasons he had also gotten a dog. You guess it: a golden retriever !!!! It is blond and intelligent: of course, a golden retriever. Feel safe from the wolves! Maybe I should also have taken such a blonde to protect me when I’m outside.
The night I had to spend in the open air, under the open sky ….. 10 m of rope to tie Leon were gone, lost. Then camping gets difficult, because I like to find back my horse the next day and without tieing him with a rope this gets difficult.
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