Mirador Marcia Mercante. To escape the hordes i decided to climb to this viewpoint. It's a seriously long way up. The view of the whole bay is spectacular but somehow the beauty of the town has gone. The contrasts just aren't there and the colours muted by the distance. A tour bus arrives. Time to leave. There looks to be a better viepoint over to the right. Another 30 minutes upwards and i'm in a great little plaza with even better views but equally unreflective of the joys of the town below.
Dear mother you probably don't want to read this bit, but no harm was done. I decide to head down a different route, a short while later i'm fairly convinced i shouldn't be here. An even shorter while later 2 lads start approaching quickly from behind. I hear breaking glass. RUN! Thank god i'm wearing trainers, have lost a few stone and there's such a thing as adrenalin. Took about 2 hours to get up there, took about 15 minutes to get down. Lucky i didn't trip. Massive buzz and a wonderful beer followed.
Still love this town.
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