The temperature started off at 8°C, with the weather mostly sunny. But getting out of Cádiz on-foot is hard, despite having discussed it with my host this morning. The first two bridges turned out to be vehicle-only, and I had to double back.
After kilometres in the centre, I take the southern exit from the island. The sea here is stunning, a deep Mediterranean blue (which I suppose isn’t surprising, considering…). Very pretty.Not very pretty. The roads around are intense, often with no pavement, and often motorway-like. Far too dangerous to run—if it’s even allowed. Thankfully, when you’re tired of concrete, the beach is an option…I hadn’t intended to run on sand, just because of the extra effort, but I’m glad I do. This is a truly stunning stretch, wide and peaceful, with just the occasional dog-walker. Sure, the road runs right next to it—but you can face the sea instead. 🙂A good place to rest. Some old guys in the dunes eye me suspiciously. Stare, in fact. This might because they know that you can’t go further, here, since there’s a military base. When I discover this, I have to double-back. They stare some more.Quite a lot of time run-walking around, I realise I have to take the overpass. Again, no pavement. But thankfully, also no cars. I find the path I should’ve taken kilometres ago, populated by nothing more metallic than cyclists. I’m really wishing I’d packed water.Turns out carrying water really is a good idea for these temperatures. At last, some shops. Right near the most stunning views. All as if building a huge supermarket right next to such beauty is normal. Which for some places, I guess, it is. In a way.A little bit further, and San Fernando. Checkpoint. I intend to return to the same place, for the next stage. All pretty quiet. I really must learn to stop walking around during siesta. 20.0 km (stage) / 20.0 km (total)
Talking to a computer near you. Running away. Completed backpacked solo run from Cádiz to Barcelona (1568 km). I am not a robot. Or am I?! Would I know if I were? :S
