Another day we cycled to Azohia, a small, Spanish holiday village. The day was cloudy and windy, but hot enough to enjoy the bike ride. I don’t know what the place would be like in the height of the season but it was virtually empty and reminded us of an American frontier town, especially as the warm wind blew the dust up into our eyes and pieces of rubbish were swirled high into the air by the wind. A stray dog added to the Wild West atmosphere. You could not describe it has run down because it looked as if the place had never been Up. We liked it, especially as there was an area reserved for camper vans to stay overnight.
