Spend the last few days in Barcelona, trying not to do too much, just relaxing on the beach and wandering about, winding down.After the solitude of the Pyrenees it seems awfully crowded but never having to worry about getting cold is great!
I live in my own little world, it's ok they know me there
Say goodbye to the Pyrenees and head in the direction of Barcelona. Before too long Montserrat is looming and I take the train up to the monastery.
We start off doing another section of the GR11 today, and I'm thanking my lucky stars we weren't doing it with packs on because it was about as steep as it can get. The original plan was to climb up to the Col de Añisclo but seeing as it would just mean heading up into the clouds/mist we take a right along the Faja de Tormosa instead. We didn't see a soul, although a little marmot did pop out from behind a rock to say hello and we managed to find some dessert in the form of wild raspberries along the way.
Time to leave Torla behind and see some other parts of the Parc Nacional de Ordesa y Monte Perdido.
So the plan was to do a nice little circuit along the Faja Racon. Yet again we get distracted and end up climbing the Clavijas Cascada de Cotatuero. Turns out to be a great decision, above the clavijas there was no sign of anyone else and at the top we were greeted by marmots and a short while later a lot of chamois.
An early start ready for a long day. Catch the bus into the park, luckily the rest of the bus are heading off in a different direction.
We're still walking but letting some air reach our feet instead of hiding them away in boots. From Torla into the national park and the information centre, arriving 10 mintues after they closed for a 2 and a half hour siesta - not very good planning. We walked a little further into the park then back to Torla along the camino de Turieto Bajo. A nice little stroll (if you can call 4 hours a stroll) in the shadow of Mondarruego.
A shorter walk today, to allow time to head to Torla in the evening.
A steep climb all the way to Ibón de Cregüeña nestled in a rocky bowl, and it's cold up there! What looks at first glance to be snow actually turns out to be piles of hail presumably dumped in the big storms we had the night before. No nice sunny spot to stop for lunch today.
Had a day of rest on Day 9, entertaining myself on the campsite was quite challenging and the only reading material in English was lots of back copies of My Weekly, not really my first choice but better than nothing. So I was ready to be back hiking on day 10.
Well, after 5 days of pretty much solid walking it all
seemed like a bit too much! Ive got a nice infected
wound on my ankle (i have pretty pictures) and i spent
a day being sick so the gr11 has been put on hold. It
was getting to be too much like an endurance test.
Were still in Espot, doing lots of day walks round the
national park. We met some other people who started
the same time as us. They gave up after day 1! Well
probably stay here until monday and then make our way
to Benasque and do some multi day trips from there. So
as i said, not exactly going to plan, but the timings
in the book were ridiculously optimistic so we get to
see more of the best bits this way.
We do the done thing and take a 4WD Landrover Defender taxi to Estany de Sant Maurici. Leaving the crowds behind we looped around the south side of the lake then up to Port de Ratera d'Espot via the GR11. A slightly different route back down, to take in the Estanys d'Amitges, and the Cascada de Ratera before completing the loop round the north side of Estany de Sant Maurici and continuing all the way back to the campsite in Espot.
Waking up with this sort of view is pretty nice.
After stocking up on the breakfast buffet it's time to get to Canillo. My backpack goes in the trunk of the bus and I have visions of the driver taking off before I have chance to retrieve it. Thankfully that doesn't happen and I manage to get both myself and my luggage to Canillo.