Yesterday, wednesday oct. 22nd, a phone call from los dos hermanos (my two brothers). They had an explanation for the strange noice under the car. The cardans of the jeep had gone to hell. A few days before they already had fixed a licenseplate. But the noice was not gone.
Stable with hay to sleep on
Stable with howling dogs
Leaving stable thursday morning
It would take my brothers two days to have the cardans of my car repaired. Today, thursday, I am on my way from las Cabezas to Utrera. So I was on my own without any help or provisions and my two brothers left me alone, dropped me in the South Spanish desert, like the apostres left Jesus in the garden of olives the day before his crucification. So dirty Harry, now you go for yourself. Sooner or later you’ll have to survive on your own. You better start now. But in the car was the tent, sleeping bag, sanitary stuff like tooth brush, soap etc., food for the dog, for the horse, for me, a long rope to fix the horse to a tree at night, a usb wire to charge the I- pad, batteries for my gps. At a gas station, by now it was almost completely dark, I bought a bun with cheese for Tosca. Leon ate a little along the side of the road. In Las Cabezas I couln’t find a place to sleep for horse Leon. So I just go on a few more km. By now it was night and very dangerous walking on the road. May be in the tiny village of Sacramento? A friendly man showed me a stable for dog Tosca and for horse Leon. How about me, I asked. you can sleep there too, he answered. After a search for an hotel in Sacramento I finally decided to join Tosca and Leon on the hay in the stable. It was a wrecked stable with wooden walls and currogated sheets of metal. Inside was a horse in a box. Five meters away from me two filthy dirty dogs were tied to a chain, living in their own piss and poop. They could only witness of their existence by regularly, if not constantly, barking and screaming most of the night, like it was a competition. Did I turn in the hay they started a concert. Did Tosca fart she was welcomed by an exaggerated, long lasting roaring yelling and when it had been quiet for 15 minutes one dog reminded the other one that it was time to start over again. Tosca got anoyed and showed that by reacting from right next to my ear, so my eardrums almost broke. Far away I heard some high voiced mini dog reporting about her sad fate and it sounded if she was scalped alive, only to draw attention. Which screaming my sleeping mates immediately were willing to replay loud and long. Around three it got cold in my short sleeved poloshirt. I got up, put the small saddle blanket of the horse saddle on top of me, enduring the many canine decibels and allowed warm Tosca to sleep against me (insiders know Tosca is the dog).
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