Tour - Days 26, 27 and 28

 Castro Verde was a one night stop, but turned out to be quite fun. There was a music festival on, encompassing a brass band (labeled philharmonic!), viola playing, and starting at midnight - a rave, a very loud rave.

It just so happened that we got our first rain just about midnight - oh dear. It did curtail proceedings so we did get some quiet sleep.

There was time the next morning to walk into town for a coffee and look at the accompanying fair, which was huge . The locals were stocking up on winter wear, nuts, honey etc.







The next two nights were in El Rocio.

El Rocio is a pilgrimage town, but with a difference. It is in the middle of a huge wilderness called the Donanas, which the maps show as wetlands - nope, it was more like central Australia, and dry as a bone.

We took a tour in a specially adapted bus into this national park, looking for wildlife. There were lynxes, wild boars, deer etc, which we did see, but at a bit of a distance. There were plenty of mosquitos though!

El Rocio itself has no paved roads, and is just hard packed (and not so hard packed) sand. There is a real wild west feel to it. Sunday was the last day of the pilgrimage season, so there was also a party atmosphere. Great fun.







Today, Monday, we move on to our last destination, Seville, for two nights. I'll write later about travel plans to get home.

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