Spain - Day 37: Somewhere (above Setcases) to Beget

Morning sun

The weather that night was whatever it was - we slept. The storm and there was a storm, was where we had been, not where we were. Luckily. Yesterday's walk today would be less enjoyable - if that makes sense.

We slept soundly. In the morning the weather was still iffy,

We were fog bound but there was evidence of the sun. We decamped damply and tried as best we could to dry the tents on the bushes dotted around.

We ate while trying to pack and keep warm a sort of half hearted breakfast - we knew we would stop in the sun, if it came, or when we were warmed up and hungry.

Eventually we gave up with the tents, it was pointless. But not before taking pictures of where we had come from.

It was surreal compared to the day before.

We did today's climb last night, so today was almost all down hill.

Yippeeee!!!

The sun trying

It was really another world. The fog drifting through our campsite. The sun appearing and disappearing. Occasionally, the whole word disappearing only to reappear a few heart stopping moments later.

Where we were yesterday

Finally we were ready and off we went. The fog had had an effect. We found a spiders web dripping with beads of fog. We tried to take a picture but our phones weren't really up to the task. Well, I tried and they waited, as you can see, patiently

We made an arrow so Alice and Luca (the Italian couple) would see the web. But at that very moment they appeared (magic?) sweating out of the fog. It seemed the campsite had been a bad idea.

More fog

We left them with the web and continued on our way. The down was as foggy as the top. But the path was clear and the marking, as usual excellent.

On the way down we met two guys walking up. A German and a Maltese gentleman. They told us of there travels and of getting lost. They had started the previous day and had been following the crosses. Which mean - don't go this way. But they spent most of a day going lots of different wrong ways.

This is a new method of exploring that we haven't tried.

Mollo

We ate in Mollo, on the red chairs, then left. The food and wine were good but we didn't really do any more exploring than that. The book says it has two shops and a hotel. So we don't feel that we missed anything.

We left and continued. More down and pretty open countryside. It could have been almost anywhere in the world.

Beget, out target had a good write up in the book. But as an expensive little village with no camping. And not much else. But it was pretty when we got there. We tried the hostal - but it was full and would only start serving food at 8pm. too late for us.

Beget from above

We wondered back into 'the center' - there is only a centre and tried the nice restaurant on the square. Can you feed us we asked. 'Well we're not cooking - but we have this...' Not cooking meant that they only had a large variety of hot dishes available - but precooked. We sighed and sat an ate ravenously.

The building was very nice and the people even nicer. We chatted to the owner and the staff while we ate.

Church tower

We ate and went on our way looking for some suitably discreet place to camp which the book had promised. But the location was nebulous and we found one or two places which were either occupied or in our humble opinion not discreet enough.

In the end we camped on a terrace above and slightly set back from the road.

Not discreet at all.

Clearly visible to anyone who cared to look. But no-one cared. Clearly visible to the farmer and his cow who walked right past us. But they didn't care, neither the farmer or the cow. As long as you were polite and quiet, and are not staying a week, we have discovered that you can camp anywhere. Despite the law, which was designed for people holidaying in lay-bys. But by the law of unintended consequences walkers were criminalised too.

Our 'not so discrete' home for the night

We slept like criminals.