Spain - Day 39: San Aniol d'Aguja to Bassegoda Park

We woke to the sound of the birds. Our companion had gone, much earlier. We sort of, but not really, heard him go. He was quiet.

Karst scenery

The scenery was more of the same big limestone and thick forest.

More

It was finally getting hotter. The Mediterranean was exerting its influence.

The shade offered a nice cooler atmosphere. Although it's hard to be truly cool carrying a big backpack.

We were out of the mountains. Truly out of the mountains but still we had up and down to do. Only the last day is relatively flat.

Which way

As I've said the signs are great. I mean pick a colour and go for it. Ours was the red and white, but it seemed that the orange worked here too. Red and white being the European colours for long walks. We now follow these signs in our sleep.

Views are getting wider as we get out of the mountains

The target today is another swimming pool that has a campsite attached to it. We can feel the end coming not to many days left, even if we do the extra day, that we're definitely not going to do - still not decided. Nora is beginning to suspect that Ellie and I have a secret plan to do the last day. We don't. Well, not really.

Not yet.

Camping in the shade

There was an unmanned refuge on the way, Refugio de Bassegoda. It is locked to avoid vandalism, too close to civilisation. Because civilised people are vandals! The keeper of the key was someone in Can Nou.

When we got to Can Nou, there is not much there, we saw tables and chairs in a garden or a house being refurbished. There was a sign saying 'cafe' so we stuck out head through the gate. The owners called down from the windows - a warm welcome. they came down to serve us. but they had no food. But seeing the expressions on our faces they made us toast - all they had.

Again our presence brought in the crowd. This young couple living in the middle of no-where with a mountain of rebuilding to do - were two of the happiest people we met. Off the grid. Happy.


We talked for a long while . I suggested that they should set up a retreat for 'burned out executives' (Reginald Perrin style - look it up). They responded that I should do it - they would like the company. Touche.

We set off to Camping Bassegoda. It had a pool and washing machines. Just what we needed. We camped with some of our companions and swam and did the laundry.

And of course ate a lot.

And there was the Spanish guy, Alice and Luca and us.