Tuesday 11th Guarrinza to Candanchu 22 kms

The day started early with the local cows trying to eat our gear and licking Bennets pack which wound him up somewhat. A beautiful morning we had a fast walk along a river canyon before starting up a climb to a pass which led thru to the valley of Aguas Tuertas, a FLAT walk! Amazing. Not for long tho. A climb up to 1915 mtrs then down to our first glacial lake, Ibon d'Estanés. Crystal clear water and warm sunshine, we took our boots and shirts off and ate lunch while feet soaked in chill mountain water. We pushed on dropping thru beech forest. The track then headed into a blind canyon with the most massive wall of rock at the end. We traversed along a very narrow (a times 20 cm wide) track above an almost vertical drop of moraine. With a 20kg pack ones mind became extremely focused on the loose gravel track. Then a grind uphill and we arrived at the ski resort town of Candanchu. Being the end of summer it was a ghost town. We finally found a little old bar and drank 3 cold beers each. We we buggered and there appeared to be nowhere to stay. The woman that owned the bar said we would have to camp and sold us food at extortionate rates. We were at 1500 metres above sea level and a thick evening mist had rolled in. A 2 kilometre walk into the mountains to flnd somewhere to camp did not appeal. At the last minute as we were preparing to leave the bar an english tourist walked in and told us about a hostel 500 metres up the road right on the french border. Our elderly bar owner claimed to know nothing but had made a nice profit from provisioning us for camping. Hmmm... With rain coming we headed for the hostel carrying a few kilos of excess food.