This is the fucking Meseta!
This is all I thought during the hike. When I thought that it can’t get more desert-like I looked around the corner and it was more yellow again. Even the plants got more and more hostile and showed up their thornes.
While visually, as shown on the pictures, it was gorgeous, vast and colorful. An ocean of wheat.
Entering “friendly” Campillos:
The base of Maslow
- All the water I saw was stinky and dirty (turtles seam to like that)
- The lakes which you can see on your map are not accessible
- There is a hostel (San Francisco) in Campillos with a very gentle hostess. She ordered a taxi for me, while the lady in the bar on the central plaza shouted at me saying: “This is a village! There are no taxis in villages!”
I continued (by taxi) to the wonderful Camping Parque Ardales: