The last of the long days – unless of course we become geographically embarrassed. Also a day of starting in the dark to beat the heat, but fortunately high cloud developed during the day, meaning it was merely hot rather than unbearably hot.
The route was less than inspiring, even though we followed the GPX track that I’d downloaded which zigged and zagged n modestly. The official path spent way too many kilometres following railways, highways and canals. We endured the same canal sections, but at least got extra farm roads to off set. Even so, it was a long hard day in Camino land.
The landscape was more of the industrial farming we’ve witnessed on previous days. No farmhouses or villages on the route to offer respite, few trees for shade, and rarely anywhere even vaguely enticing for a rest stop.
Utrera, once we’d staggered across the last few desolate kilometres, is an interesting town, with a long history of Moorish occupation, many fine old buildings, and mini plazas with bars and cafes which would probably just be busy intersections in car-obsessed cities.
The long day meant that waiting until 830p or even later to eat was a bit daunting. However the churreria was doing brisk business, and what we initially conceived as a backwards dinner evolved into dinner itself.
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