Camargue

The river Rhône forms two arms. I had crossed the eastern arm, the "Grand Rhône", in Arles and was on my way to the the western arm, the "Petit Rhône". Inbetween these arms, forming a great delta, lies the "Camargue", a formerly marshy and hostile area. Now most of the land is cultivated, even rice is grown here. The Camargue is as well known for black bulls, white horses and pink flamingos. I walked a long and pretty boaring road. No shadow, no bulls, no horses no flamingos. Not even cars for hours.