May 30 began with several miles on a tarmac road lined with high cypress trees. After a while I almost had the same desperate feeling as when walking in the “Valley of death” a couple of days before. It soon becomes too boring for the brain when a pattern repeats itself for miles and you really can’t see anything else.

Later on there were some interesting cliff formations to look at like el Salto del moro, the Moors leap, but otherwise not much to see except pine forest. I entered Puebla de Don Fadrique after six hours and 25 kilometers which was far less than I was accustomed to.

I had a tapa in the first bar I ran into and asked the bar woman if there was a hotel in the village. There was a motel at the northern outskirts of Puebla de Don Fadrique and they had both room and board for me.

This was the last stage of my guide-book and from the day after I had to rely completely on my GPS-device but I also was going to buy a map when I found a good one in order to get the big picture of the country that I was passing through.