Cieza-Venta Roman

My efforts of last night to dry out my clothes were largely successful. Today you would never have known it was raining yesterday. The sky blue, the sun shining.
I felt quite tired, and the walk out of Cieza was horrible, along the main road and through an industrial estate. They call them industrial polygons here but they're still pretty awful. Once into the countryside the route took me past acres of vines and peaches, planted on an industrial scale. The road was unmetalled but good, and easy to follow. To help me along I listened to flight of the concords and Frankenstein, kindly donated by a friend.
At Venta roman I caught a taxi back to Cieza and the comforts of hospederia San Sebastian. Tonight I'm going out for a slap-up meal and damn the expense.