19. April 2004
Pollentia. We been here before and before,
in the same month, in the very same place, at this little Bay in the North. Not
much is happening here, no bars, no discos, no nothing. It's a wild life reservoir,
and for some unknown reasons someone allowed to put up these bungalows here. Pollentia
Village is written on the entrance, even though it isn't a village. But then,
it looks more like a village than like a holiday place: bungalows with brick roofs
in between trees. The usual kidney shaped pool, but there also are ponds, little
bridges, ducks, frogs, trees in all sizes, and flowers in all colours. Really,
they have the most amazing flowers here, those I don't even know the names for.
In front of
the village: the road, then the bay, a pebble stone beach, not filled with sand,
left as it is. Not many tourists here at the moment, after the Easter holidays,
before the summer holidays, in between seasons. When I sat at the pool side yesterday
afternoon, I was almost alone, the water untouched, rippled by the wind only.
weather is spring, the days start to turn to summer. There are some degrees missing,
probably those that were too much last year when El Nino warmed Europe up in March
already and turned it into a heat zone all summer.
lack of sun set nature back some weeks, and on our first bike ride we could see
yellow and pink flowers that otherwise already would have withered, and little
streams still sparkling with water that otherwise already would have run dry.
It's the same place at the same
time, but it is a different atmosphere, a different tune.
memories of last year: here
3: Ways to go