A rebel without a clue.

Truthfully this was a challenging six days. Walking in this heat, through the Costa and up the Ebro has made me wonder... Tomorrow morning I am walking to the end of the Delta: Ruimar, before the space and heat can undo me (and leave me starring into the corner of the apartment: like an imbecile)! And now I am discovering many many bites on my head. The kind of nibbles are some I have known before, but didn't associate with bedbugs! Perhaps I've had them with me more often than I care to recall? For instance in Villahermosa, and then on a long distance coach between Chiquimula and Flores and I am almost sure in Oaxaca... I blamed Mosquitoes, but they were innocent... *** What would I do if a woman gave me a gift I've not been presented with since 2012... I've no idea! Perhaps I'd run, speedily, to the hills from which I descended this morning? I went to Lidl to buy coffee for the Italian espresso stove top they've in the apartment and I...

Walking across town from the Hostal Virginia (€30), where I had shower and relaxed an hour under the welcome Aircon and it's all about different pharmacy led displays suggesting the temperature is climbing steadily towards the mid thirties. Imagine walking in the afternoon without any shade along the side of that canal - It'd kill me for sure. Is there somewhere in Spain where the thermometer is not gradually increasing so I can hide away? Staring at four walls isn't ideal, although there is some physical relief, but bordem levels increases and I get a little neurotic about tomorrow. Now I am lacking motivation to carry on on the Camino del Ebro. It's too hot to do much, but I can't control it. Imagine working in it? Perhaps I stop the Camino... There will be other times. Perhaps I head back to the coast and stay near the sea? I know there is a sea breeze and the sea to take the edge off. Tomorrow the suggestion is to  walk as far as Benifallet and make a decision a...