Ebro Delta

December 8, 2016

After we were finished “windsurfing”, we drove down further south to the Ebro Delta.



We drove through the salt marshes were there were tons of flamingoes and other birds. This whole place is a wildlife reserve.

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Eventually we came to some sandy flats that extended out as far as one could see in all directions. The water was perfectly still and shallow and was sort of just hanging out in humongous puddles. It was so lovely. The pictures speak for themselves:








I made some fritters with the butternut squash that we found in Lunel, and then we got back in the bus and kept driving.


We kept traveling south. As we were getting close to a small village, we noticed that the streets were getting worryingly narrow. We checked the map to see if it was possible to drive around it instead of straight through, but the only other option was driving back a few kilometers to get on a paid highway. After our last disastrous highway experience we had absolutely zero desire to try out that route, so we held our breath and headed straight into the labyrinth. Some guy driving in front of us actually stopped and got out of his car to warn us not to go in a certain direction because we would never get back out. We thanked him and tried to follow his advice, but there were so many one way streets and construction zones that I’m pretty sure we ended up exactly where he told us to avoid. The streets were about a half a centimeter wider than the bus, and after that there was about a half a meter of sidewalk, and then buildings where people lived. And the whole place was a grid, which meant that the sharp 90 degree turns were impossible for us. Okay, no problem, we just have to keep driving straight until we get out of here. Yeah right.  After maybe thirty seconds we came upon a “Do Not Enter” sign. Awesome. So now we have to somehow reverse out of here with the hanger on the bus, all the way until we can somehow turn around. The people living in the buildings along the street came out and tried to help us. We unhooked the hanger and pushed it backwards along the road, and they helped Philipp reverse the bus. After we were finally out they showed us where we could drive without getting stuck (in Spanish, of course, so understanding what they were trying to say took some work).

That ordeal finally behind us, we kept driving until we reached Ulldecona.

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