Begonte kicked Marta’s ass

Yesterday Isabel and I spent the day in Begonte, a lovely area in the province of Lugo where you can still find oak tree forests and sometimes, if you are lucky, sight the odd nuthatch. This is what Begonte looks like in mid-winter.

Oak Tree Forest in Begonte

Oak Tree Forest in Begonte

River Mill in Begonte

River Mill in Begonte

Of course, I took my TomTom GO 930 with us. After much toying and fiddling with the settings, we have settled down on a voice named “Marta”. Isabel likes “Ken”, an aussie guy that sounds serious enough as to drive you off a cliff if need be, but Marta is still our most usual trip companion. And metonymy has led us to personify the navigation device and call it “Marta” as well.

Marta has never failed since I bought it. Well, I should said it had never failed. It was doing great by finding its way through the labyrinthine paths of Begonte until we reached a 7-way crossing where two or there (I can’t remember) of the roads were unpaved. According to Marta, there should be three roads coming off that intersection. But there were seven. Oh well. No matter which of them we took, we always ended up in the “middle of nowhere” according to Marta. It even spun the map around like crazy a few times. Maybe we were just on top of some spatio-temporal anomaly; maybe we were going through a holdstockian crossing; maybe Marta was just sick of us and acting up. We had to switch the poor thing off and let Isabel take over. Truth is, as soon as we left that weird place, Marta started behaving again.

So much for technology. Some hidden corners of deep old Galicia seem impervious to its charms, though. Will this last long?

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6 Responses to “Begonte kicked Marta’s ass”


  1. 1 Pepe 16 February 2009 at 20:34

    Begonte = Bermuda Triangle…

    😛

  2. 3 Fernand 20 February 2009 at 10:03

    How interesting this is!
    It makes me want to visit Begonte.
    Were there Goblins, elves, orcs, dwarfs, gnomes, perhaps a fairy?
    Galicia is a Celtic Nation, so I guess that if any of that Celtic folklore has a little truth behind it, there’s no better place to find these little creatures than those oak tree forests. Don’t you think so?

  3. 4 cesargon 20 February 2009 at 10:51

    We did see some sweet little creatures that day, granted. But no mouros or xanas. You know, those primeval woods keep pushing you outwards!

  4. 5 Ana 12 June 2009 at 9:35

    🙂
    yes, that happens to us too! you end up in some quirky goat-tracks sometimes…

  5. 6 Ana 12 June 2009 at 9:36

    beautiful photos, by the way… ah, Galicia!


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