Rumour has it, one day there was a big tempest in the middle of the sea just when all the men from Las Negras were fishing; after the wreck nobody survived and all there was in the village were their widows. According to the story, people who visited Las Negras could only find women dressed in black (negro in Spanish), that’s why it is named Las Negras.
Then we arrive to El Playazo, where the Rodalquilar valley rest. The valley is an ancient volcanic caldera and from its mountain range was extracted the gold that made this place shine and that placed it on the map as an important strategic location at the time.
Gold ran out and it was history and chance what transformed the desert and clean nature of the range touching the clear waters into gold itself, one that didn’t need explosions for its extraction.
After El Playazo, the landscape changes again and the dark textured rock appears, sometimes crystal and weird shaped or even white. And we found ourselves again under the shadow of more than 200 metres of steep cliffs on which we are able to see deep crevices where the hydrothermal waters ran through and gargoyles shaped by the wind. At the end of the trip, we see La Polacra, eroded by the sea into an anvil shape.