With another perfect day for us to enjoy, we decided to go for a longer drive this time. We planned on camping in the south of the island somewhere. We had no idea where but we had Mary directing us on where to drive to see the most of the island.
We started down the road and found this super rad, abandoned building that was just falling apart. This place looked so sick, so we pulled over and had a look see..
Inside the walls of the building was the rankest scent floating around because of the foot tall layer of pigeon shit and carcasses that had been rotting in there for who knows how long. Scum water, sketchy broken wood, pigeon disease... not the healthiest place to explore but super rad anyway..
We continued down the road in search of a mountain to get a view from. We spotted a building on top of a mountain and dubbed it "King of The Castle". We charged up the steep, grassy mountainside to the top, which kicked out the sickest view, man!! SO PEACEFUL! I cruised ahead of everyone and chilled at the top, solo, for a few minutes. It was like meditation... so "tranqy". The only noise you could hear is the bells clanking around the herd of cabras in the distance, with a tiny speck of a man trailing behind. You could see both coasts of the island and watch the clouds' shadows snail across the plains. It was well nice man!
We made our way out of the hills and cut through a couple mini towns...
Troy saw this blown out little buddy in the middle of the road. We were syked to see a hedgehog anyway...
Everywhere you look are the sickest views!!
As the night crept up, we decided to try our luck camping in a one-way-in, one-way-out town called Giniginimar. As we came up to the beach, we saw signs stating camping here was against the law and the cops would come if violated. We knew we could pull it off if needed, but we thought for sure we'd be seen if we started a fire. With a quick decision, Mary and I went to the only villas separate from the town and asked a man that was there if we could camp on his property for the night. This man, Tito he later introduced himself as, was more than happy to accommodate us. He showed us a little zone we could set up tents and have a fire.
We sat around and listened to music, telling stories, laughing with Tito and sharing his bota full of wine. After some food, we hit the sack to prepare for another day.
In the morning, I woke before the sunrise. This would be my second time seeing the sun rise over the water. It was about quarter to 7. I found a rock to post on and dug my feet in the miniature rocks that formed the beach. It wasn't sand. It was tiny little black rocks that massaged your feet and sunk like quicksand.
As I sat on the rocks, I wrote down what was happening on my ipod. Here's what I wrote : "Tide comes in. Blip blop the rocks start to fill in the water. Sunrise. Cold. Rooster for the AM. Gulls and pescadors already out. Water onto rocks like a gurgling stomach. Cruise ship in the distance enjoying this AM paradise. Blop.. Orange, grey, blue, and white fill the sky. Sleeping town with one road in/out. No waves, just mellow tide pools. Boats motor to catch first fish of the day. Others paddle. Dark side of the hill starts to show it's detail. Lights for the 20 odd buildings turn off. Only sun god now. Gulls swarm the motorboat. None at the lonely paddlers. Pink coming underneath the clouds, sun starts to peek. Bright oranges. It's coming! Sun peeks through! Blue, orange, grey, blue. Heat waves on the horizon. Orange line of light moving wherever I go. Natural spotlight. Giniginimar."
This is the type of place that most people try to mimic at their homes.. That super natural, earth feel. This place was chock full of the most pure, natural energy I may have ever felt in an area. It was incredible! I'm very honored to have gone there and hope to visit Tito again soon!!
