A strange occurrence

It was a long but relatively uneventful day today, apart from the pig's
head in the middle of the path. The taxi driver turned up at 10am as
arranged, and dropped me off at the point where I turned round yesterday
evening. From there I walked and walked until Serrato, then walked and
walked until Ardales. Ardales looks quite pretty in the distance, but close
up it's a bit of a mess of intensive hen houses and new construction, and
the river is full of green slime. There is one hostal in town, to which I
was directed. I'd rung them a couple of times during the day with no reply.
When I got there I could see the place was closed. I thought for a bit,
rang the hotel in the next stop (El Chorro) and booked a room. Back to
town to find a taxi. The taxi was in Malaga. Sat down to think whether I
could bear to walk to El Chorro. Another taxi was turned up by a helpful
barman. This taxi driver was also the owner of the closed hostal, so when
he found out what I wanted, he let me have a room. I'm writing this in a
completely empty hotel.
The dead pig's head must have been a sign.
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A wayfarer in Spain