el chorro

and then we went here to do a little camping, a little swimmin, a little hikin through rocky slopes and (almost)inaccessible pseudo-billabongs: and it turns out that this giant of a rock is known worldwide to rockclimbers, so the two dutch boys in the camping ground inform us, while we share bread and pasta and chorizo and beer through broken spanish, french and english. on the final day we hire a pedalboat, which we pedal to the middle of one of the lakes, to test the water at its deepest. skin toasting in the sun, ducks quacking on the side, seedy boat-rent guy stealing money from my wallet on the foreshore... mmm. but oh, the unemployed life, one must make the most of these short lived things.