A swift passage from the mountains at the source of the water catchment system, following the dry fluvial system down to the sea.


Posted from María, Andalusia, Spain.

  • I developed a great respect for walking.
  • Distance was hard earned.
  • There was very little margin for ‘rushing’ to the next landmark which always arrived incredibly slowly.
  • Walking allows you to build a mental picture of the dynamic system of agencies and agents at work in the watercourse.
  • The landscape is self-similar as it progresses from the mountains to a plateau
  • Monocultural agriculture tends to either kill the life in the watercourse or drive it to overabundance (or the prevalence of one species – so it becomes a monoculture itself) Read the rest of this entry »

Day 5: Puerto de Mazarron

Posted from Mazarrón, Region of Murcia, Spain.

I passed down back into the rambla. The urban was clearly affecting the water negatively – its colour changed. There were more strange looking materials- could have been remnants of building materials. The prevalence of litter increased.

The ramblas gradually widened as it curved round passing the golf course, under a couple of concrete road bridges and an old bridge (which evidently had survived the storm surge).

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Day 5: Rambla de Mazarron

Posted from Region of Murcia, Spain.

After a very satisfying sleep, I deliberated whether I would have an orange for breakfast. After continuing to consume the ones I had been given throughout the previous afternoon it must have been my tenth or more and the citrus was having a strange affect on my teeth!

I followed along the base of the rambla. The banks were made from a soft material, which was visibly prone to slippage and disintegrating at many points. In the base ran a small stream of greyish-yellow water with frogs and many birds.

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Day 5: Local Perspective

Posted from Region of Murcia, Spain.

I reached the ‘Camposol’ above Mazarron, which was an estate of holiday villas beside a golf course.


I saw a man crossing the road. By his demeanour, posture and pulled-up Slazenger sports socks, I could tell he was from England.

I asked him if he knew where I could buy a bottle of water. “You can get it from the centre… or if you want I can give you one.” He said, and then added. “Do you want a sandwich aswell?” Read the rest of this entry »

Day 4: Canal de Pareton

I walked beside the canal, out of the sprawl of industrialised agriculture. After a mile or two the concrete channel joined a wider concrete structure as the watercourse meandered north.

I witnessed the curious sight of the grand concrete structure crumbling and sinking into the ground, which exhibited a variety of landslips and sinkholes. New pools of water and habitats of plants and animals had emerged.


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Day 4: Naranja

Posted from Lorca, Region of Murcia, Spain.

I left the rambla and walked instead on the road with the desire to find some oranges and water. I passed numerous large house with orange and lemon trees, large patio areas with chair and tables, gates, fenced off with dogs, kitsch statues, tall palm trees and other ornamental tree and plant species.

I met a couple of old ladies and a lady with a van with some food products that appeared to act as the village shop for each area. However, she only sold dry packaged food and no fresh water or fruit. Read the rest of this entry »

Day 4: Urban Rambling

Posted from Lorca, Region of Murcia, Spain.

In the morning it was difficult to walk. At midday the following day I hobbled out of the hotel through the city into the suburbs passing lemon and orange groves in private gardens.

I had a feeling that the worst part of the trip would be the areas where there were more humans and urban areas. This intuition comes from cycle touring passing through areas on the outskirts of cities that usually smell terrible and are a mess. There is not the requirement or desire to keep them appearing clean due to the lack of tourists and customer-facing businesses. Read the rest of this entry »

Day 3: Lorca

Posted from Lorca, Region of Murcia, Spain.

At Lorca I sheltered from the sun under a huge road bridge beside a water deposit. There was a peculiar factory-like building next to the water deposit that appeared abandoned. Some kids were throwing stones and playing beside it.


In the town itself the wide river area was built up with a large water capacity. Approaching this there was a girl crying and then being consoled by her presumably boyfriend sitting amongst an area of low-level reed growth.
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Day 3: Water Channel

Posted from Lorca, Region of Murcia, Spain.

When I reached the dam there were people visiting the lake for leisure. A man in a building near to the dam gave me some (very chlorinated) water and drove me to an outbuilding with shade where I rested and charged my devices.


A great flood destroyed the first dam completed on 5 August of 1648. A second dam was built but on On April 30 of the year 1802 due to the rains and floods, and the faulty construction of the dam, it ruptured and caused 608 deaths. There still seems to be some controversy over the strength of the existing dam according to reports available online.
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Day 3: Embalse de Puentes

Posted from Region of Murcia, Spain.

I could see the Embalse de Puentes from my campsite. I plotted a route to descend down from the mountain side, through some terraces and follow alongside the lake until the dam. However I didn’t anticipate the numerous barrancos emptying into the lake on the side so I had to climb down and up multiple times.

I also found myself amidst a plantation of pine trees, swarming loudly with mosquitoes. There were many pine processionary caterpillar nests in the trees. I had been warned about them. This moth larvae has urticating hairs which cause harmful reactions in humans and other mammals.
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