400km

In one day we passed the 400 mark without too much effort. Probably down to the massage last nite, the overcast weather, the straight roads - and the main reason without much doubt - we are actually getting used to this. Touching the southern most coast of spain, we have seen how tourism has completely fucked up a once beautiful area. High rise apartments splatter the horizon like the worst shanty towns. Its unclear to me how anyone staying here could call it a holiday. Who's to blame, the tourist for chasing 'El dorado' or the spaniards for following their field of dreams: 'build it and they will come'. I have high hopes for tomorrow and Almeria - where I can continue my film theme. This is our last nite in Granada, and the journey home really starts tomorrow.