The day made a good start; we met an English speaker and Alex had his first conversation with another human in over a week!
Things then started to go downhill as we grinded uphill in the heat. Low on water, the vultures circled overhead (or they might still be eagles I still haven’t yet checked with my grandma).
Deliriously dehydrated, we crawled into Spanish Hamlet on a hill. We followed a trail of disappearing kittens that led us to a fountain…
….AND PROPHET CAT!
We don’t know if prophet cat really existed – she came out kinda overexposed and ethereal in our photo – but what we do know is that she warned us of stormy times ahead.
So, naturally, we camped on a riverbed.
Before said riverbed, we did pass through a pretty canyon. Some photos:
We slung into hammocks under starry skies unaware that about to hit us was a storm that would make national news the next day. Luckily we fared well, with Merlin’s bendy trees landing him in a puddle in the night and only two pieces of broken electronics!
These misfortunes did, however, bring about one positive: having failed to kitnap a cute kitten, we left happy knowing we had our stowaway snail: “Thunder”.