Today we drove from Motril to Roquetas del Mar along the main Autovía.
I had read that the coast was spectacular, with the mountains jutting dramatically into the sea. All of this was true, and I was looking forward to seeing it.
The road climbed and fell, twisted and turned, then suddenly descended into darkness as we headed through numerous tunnels. Then suddenly we were dozens of metres above the ground on long bridges and viaducts. All as expected, and it gained a good tick from me for effort.
What was amazing though was the sea of plastic sheeting that truly went on for miles and miles. (I may sometimes be prone to a bit of exaggeration, but I promise not today.)
Occasionally small villages and towns raised their heads a little above the plastic roofs, but mostly it was just giant growing tunnels.
Our campsite is nesting amongst them, but we are very near to the sea, and the beach has escaped the plastic for now, so we are not completely surrounded.
Darren helped me climb on a wall to peer through a tiny gap in a tunnel next to our campsite and it was full to the brim with red peppers.
It is a sight to be astounded by, although not necessarily in a good way.
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