The 28 of May turned out to be another long day covering three of the stages from the guide-book. The signposting was very fragmented and it really was a must to have a GPS-device in order not to get completely lost.

Between Benamaurel and Cúllar you walk for a long distance through a very strange landscape. The dirt road winds through a valley lined by high sand dunes starred with patches of grass and in between there are corn fields. At first sight it is a wow feeling because that kind of landscape leads the thoughts to the coasts of Ireland or Scotland but after having walked in that landscape for mile after mile constantly with the same picture in front of your eyes you begin to feel a little insane and start talking to yourself.

But at last I got out of there and at the outskirts of Cúllar I found Hostal Monte Carlo. As many times before I was immediately handed my room key without any formalities. Passport registration could always wait until the guest had a chance to freshen up and wind down for a bit.

Later that evening I had one of the best meals I’ve ever had in Spain so far: charcoal grilled shoulder of mutton with a superb ratatouille. The service was fast and accurate despite the fact that the restaurant was packed with people. It seems to me that some people have a natural talent for doing the job they do. In this place one woman took care of the orders from all the guests in the restaurant and at the same time managed the busy take-away pizza service.