It rained most of the night and is still raining this morning. We service the vans and leave at 11:20 along a rainy, spray filled road, the only respite coming in the frequent tunnels. Stretches of the road are brand new dual carriageway with a beautifully drained surface, and it follows the coast up and down and around until we stop for lunch near Motril.

From this point we leave behind the arid scrubland covered with mile after mile of ugly poly-tunnels. Approaching Salobrena we see this pure-white, Moorish town crowding its way up the hill top, square white blocks reminiscent of the Arabic town depicted in biblical and literal stories.

After Salobrena the Arabic styles of the past few days give way to the more typical Spanish styles, villas and haciendas with arched verandas and terraces, the landscape suddenly much greener with palm trees, bougainvillea and shrubs. In fact the villas and homesteads and shrubbery reminds us of the Caribbean, which of course had a lot of Spanish influence.

Late afternoon we arrive at our stop, a cliff-top view point near Nerja. The rain has stopped and the coastline is beautiful. Every mile or so is a stone watchtower [or ruins of] and the sandstone cliffs, covered with bushes, tumble down to a smooth blue sea.

Ali, Grete and Cleo walk down to the beach where there are all sorts of wild flowers and birds.

Another GB motorhome arrives. Bill and Julie are in their first year and are apprehensive about wild camping, but decide to give it a go on the basis of safety in numbers, and soon after we are joined by a French motorhome.

After we watch an amazing sunset, with its big disc of molten metal settling into the sea and illuminating the clouds, Ali uses some of our market goodies to cook chorizo, chicken and vegetable rice.

By bedtime the clouds have cleared and the sky is filled with stars.