Day 4 Valencia rest day

I am a tourist with about 12 hours to see Valencia. Not extensive I’ll admit but you can still get a feel for the place by walking around and listening and watching locals interact. And, of course, how you are treated. Imagine a video montage – rush hour city, wide streets, traffic held at lights,office workers heading out, young folk on fones, sunshine. There’s a … Continue reading Day 4 Valencia rest day

Day 1 Alicante to Alcoi …pain is temporary

Caveat emptor. The next few weeks will see me post from my iPad with all that that entails. If it’s a bit wonky – that may be why. As global warming once again plays merry with UK weather patterns I find myself relaxing in a shady spot, a cerveza in hand, kicking back in Alicante in readiness to begin my third solo venture across this … Continue reading Day 1 Alicante to Alcoi …pain is temporary

Crossing Spain – wandering in the land of the bull

Villafruela is a small village approached from the south to a crossroads. No signs. No signals. No sign of life. High up on moorland, not a bar on my phone to be had. An old lady heading towards me taking her morning constitutional, quietly minding her own business to the song of the birds, was about to encounter the ‘lost British tourist’.  Choosing to avoid … Continue reading Crossing Spain – wandering in the land of the bull