Spain - Day 44: The Extra Day: Port de la Selva to Cap De Creuz

We have bowed to pressure.

          We admit it.

                    We have caved. 

                              We feel lousy.

But here we stand with one rucksack with food and water for a day. We, despite our better judgement are off to Cap de Creuz. It's early, to beat the heat. But its foggy, so why did we bother.

But here we go.

To everyone else's end

We have given the monastery of Sant Pere de Rhodes a miss. The 500m climb not appealing. Not at all. It looks ok in the book - but not good enough.

We have to walk along a peninsula to get to the sea (we've already been) but the sea at the end of the GR11. To get to THE end. We all knew that we would do it. I mean who wouldn't?

Back to the beach

A foggy morning at the beach

Now just that last little bit. The weather was damp. the sea not inviting and the views hidden.

Why are we doing this?

The view

An old church

The end old the peninsula is littered with buildings. Evidence of a long forgotten farming and life.

Behind the church was a watch tower. Watching for an invasion from someone or other. But now not needed.

We walked having fun. One pee stop we thought just one last sign for our friends so they don get lost.

It wasn't absolutely necessary - but the joke worth the effort. There was no shortage of stones. Lots of space.

Our last sign

Closer

The sun was coming out. Just as well we woke early.

Each part of the coast line ahead looked like it could be the end. But only wishful thinking.

The last up

But eventually, the lighthouse came into view in the distance.

Finally, the end. We walked quicker I feel. Only to be dropped to sea level almost and forced to climb back up. The route's last little challenge.

There were lots of people - we were over the moon - they didn't know or care!

But we weren't going to share anyway. This is a private accomplishment. To be celebrated by those who have with those who have.

It's a small club.

Not quite the end

The book says and I will quote

"... the terminus of the GR11 is marked by 

a rather insignificant cairn."

We were expecting a small  stone pile. Imagine our surprise when we rounded the lighthouse to see this,

Hundreds of 'rather insignificant' cairns.

And there were hundreds. We of course made our own. To mark the end, or almost the end, of our journey.

We walked Coast to Coast - 800 km or 850km depending on your book. But we walked every single bit of the way; 1,300,000 steps. 

And believe me that is a lot of steps. Boots - finished! 

A photo op in front of the light house

The Troopers

A selfie in front of the lighthouse. There were other people but this was a personal thing.

The last selfie

 Another end so another feet shot. Porn for walkers.

Almost the end. Really

 There was more however. We walked right to the end. to the very end. Where we found that

'rather insignificant cairn'

And a red dot in a white circle: The End

 Now for the group photo.

 THE END

But of course not really.

The next adventure awaits.

Luca, Alice, Nora, Ellie, Martin and me

We ALL did it.