News received last night by text indicates Friday might not have been their best day so far.
Friday 27th May
Walking started early: left the gite and on the way before 7.30am for a 1500 metre climb....ouch! Having got that done by 3pm, they descended through mist, wondering whether to camp or push on to Gabas.
Sadly Gabas turned out to be "the armpit of France" where they were also attacked by dogs and found both the gite and refuge closed! Hmm. It did offer one tiny "hotel" in an uninviting state of renovation and overseen by a one-eyed matron .
Enough of Gabas for the Elliotts! Despite already being on the go for 11 hours, they decided to "get the hell out of there" - walked on for another hour and pitched camp in a pine forest, fed, waterered and fell into bed exhausted.
Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
Friday 27th May
Walking started early: left the gite and on the way before 7.30am for a 1500 metre climb....ouch! Having got that done by 3pm, they descended through mist, wondering whether to camp or push on to Gabas.
Sadly Gabas turned out to be "the armpit of France" where they were also attacked by dogs and found both the gite and refuge closed! Hmm. It did offer one tiny "hotel" in an uninviting state of renovation and overseen by a one-eyed matron .
Enough of Gabas for the Elliotts! Despite already being on the go for 11 hours, they decided to "get the hell out of there" - walked on for another hour and pitched camp in a pine forest, fed, waterered and fell into bed exhausted.
Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
Hi there!
ReplyDeleteI wish on you that you escaped these sticky situations and might be already enjoying the fresh /massive green/ of the Pyrenees again. Concerning me, I had more luck that day, beginning having a really fine prepared müesli someone kindly had left to me that morning ;-) I went to the shop with the coats again which that time was open :-) and was lucky just to have enough money left to buy that gorgeous goatskin I saw there the day before. When I left the shop, all the money I had left was the drawback that the owner of the shop had grabbed together, which were two pieces of one Euro and two more of 50 Cents. Of course, that was not enough money to buy a bus ticket for Oloron, where I could finally get new money again, so I had to please the bus driver to take me there anyway and pay the rest after we arrived there or so, or otherwise to go as far as possible with the three Euros and walk the rest along the road. First, he reacted a little annoyed, but I have a little bit the intention that it was the look of these four pieces of poor money in my hand which finally turned him around, and so I escaped the Pyrenees with the very last Cent I had left. In the meantime, I’m at home, /washing all the clothes/ and think about doing another last trip in Switzerland next week; one I could do even with my broken shoes. I’ll see…
Only yesterday, when I entered your blog page the first time, I learned more about what it is about for you doing that march. In respect to that, I would like to complete especially in that meaning my very best wishes on you having a very good time down there.
I’m sorry.
Anyway, here is my emai-mail address: gregor.balsiger@gmail.com. Looking forward to hear of you or see you again!
bye, see you!
Gregor