Elche

My feet were aching, the climb -163 stairs- pained my muscles, blood was pounding in my head, and I felt exhausted. I cursed to myself of ever wanting to climb the spiral staircase, and my thoughts escaped to a big glass of cerveza, which I surely would buy after descending to the ground again.

Dry in mouth, pushing sweaty hair straws from my eyes, I leaned over the edge of the roof. Sierra Elche was hiding in smoky grey and blue shadows and the town beneath my feet was wrapped in dull and lifeless shade of beige.

I sighed; the breed of tourists had no sense at all. Instead of sitting in a cosy café chair, sipping their wine, they climbed to a clock tower of a church.

Then the sun came.

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You find more of my photos of Elche in Spain here.

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