Can you hear Ennio Morricone's music in your ears? Vultures on a large cactus, biding their time, waiting to see what or who will not make it through the hot, dry day. The Good, the Bad and the Ugly trilling along with the heat that rises up from the tarred road.We reach our destination after a long drive over the road that is the spine of the peninsula with only cordon cacti and roadside shrines to distract us from our thoughts. The Jeep makes too much noise to have a real conversation, so we have to make do with pointing, raising eyebrows and lots of smiling.
The night before we had slept under a night sky so filled with stars that you felt as if you could dip your hands into this treasure chest filled with diamonds, scoop them up, hold them and then slowly let them drip between your spread fingers like sparkling water.
