We left Cadiz going south near the cape where Nelson beat the Spanish Armada; wandered through a hill town, white washed and picturesque and suddenly, there’s Africa little more than 10k’s across the water.It looks close enough to swim so why aren’t there any Africans around?
We wind our way up the mountain road again noticing the wind turbines which we saw in their thousands earlier in the day.
Our destination is Gaucin, one of the white villages balanced up the slopes. Below, a storm briefly theatened.
A Game Old Dame 