The mountain range seems to go on forever eventually turning from National Park to a succession of big american style cattle farms, some quite grand, with ranch style house, and separate bunk houses at a suitable distance.
Finally we descend to a small hamlet where, partly due to the heat, nothing appears to be moving except the local cat, and a group of card players sat in the shade outside the local bar. Being hot, hungry, and thirsty, we make our way there and, as official group interpreter, I'm sent inside to investigate. Inside more local men comprising a road gang and other assorted artisans drinking their way through the siesta. 'Menu del dia' is long gone but after a friendly chat and a bit of bartering we manage to negotiate some monster cheese sandwiches accompanied by large cool bottles of water: