Sunset at Ainsa

Sat 22nd Parzan to Refugio de Biados 20 kms

Bad weather. One of the most boring days of the trip. It rained on and off and was quite cold. We were up close to the solid layer of cloud so had no views. It was, as always, an uphill climb to a high pass, Paso de los Caballos 2326 mtrs. Basically we are moving through the Pyrenees using the ancient pathways used by the local peoples for thousands of years before the advent of the car. This involves moving from one mountain valley to the next, climbing to the head of each valley and then over the ridge between the mountains and down into the next valley. Up until very recently these valleys were very isolated with each valley speaking their own dialect of whatever the regional language was. Still today some of the older folk speak the original dialects but they are fast disappearing. We notice that as we move from valley to valley even the types of trees and other flora change. Earlier in the walk we were surrounded by green pastures and forests of beech and oak. Now the ground has become drier and stony with black pines and other conifers. We have moved into the mediterranean zone. Back to the walk, the excitement for the day was, as we stopped for lunch, after climbing 1200 mtrs over 10 kms, CB realised he had left behind his mattress in the bed and breakfast place we had stayed last night, an expensive and vital piece of equipment that would be very difficult to replace. We had another 10 kms to go to finish the day and there would be no easy way out from there. He decided to hide his pack, head back down the 1200mtrs, get his mattress, and return to the top, collect his pack and finish the days stage to the refuge. Apart from the physical effort, the problem was daylight hours. CJ and I arrived at the refuge to find it was full. We would have to camp and it was raining. Plus we had to wait at the refuge for CB. By 7pm I decided to leave my pack and head back to find Chris before it got dark. I bought a can of beer from the refuge to give him when i found him and was just about to go when he showed up. Smiles all around. And as 3 people didnt show up at the refuge, we got bunks for the night.

Wed 19th Sept Pineta to Parzan 19 kms

After yesterdays effort we were looking for an easier day, but every day on the GR11 is a hard day. We had blue skies and set out late at 9am. Up the road to the Parador we turned right into the woods and straight into a stiff climb. 1000 mtrs up over 8 kms. On the way up we cleared the tree line and had fantastic views of Monte Perdido and Añisclo, the vertical face we had climbed down yesterday. As we got near the top we saw a "Quebrantahuesos" (Bonecrusher) eagle gliding overhead. There are only 40 pairs of these left. The afternoon was spent following a long forestry road down to the village of Parzan. A couple of beers and then a 3 km walk down the highway to the town of Bielsa. We wanted have a break and get a few jobs done in a town but Bielsa had nothing we needed. We stayed the night and bussed to Ainsa. We stayed 2 days. It was like having a weekend off from work.

Incoming weather

At 2000 plus metres in the Pyrenees, the first warning you get that the weather is about to get nasty is cloud production on the tops. In this photo, what had been a sunny, mild day was about to become a freezing cold thunderstorm in the space of the next 20 minutes. Things happen fast up here.

Ordesa National Park

This section through the Ordesa National Park was the best track surface we had walked on. Sadly it didnt go far. The forest and views up to the canyon rim were spectacular.

No problem with signage here.

We THINK we might know where we are...

Thanks to all

I would like to take a moment to thank everyone for helping us with this trip and especially to those who send messages of encouragement.
Unfortunately because I am uploading photos and text by email from my mobile phone to the blog, I cant read the comments that you leave until I get to a internet cafe, which in these parts are few and far between. But thanks anyway to Vicki, Tim and my dad, the Bennett mob,

y muchisimas gracias a Lola y Carlos por los mensajes SMS de animo. Los aprecio muchisimo.

Up here in the mountains we are very isolated and to know that people are thinking about us means a lot. You can send texts directly to my cell phone +34677216283 I dont always have coverage but I will receive them when I do. Richard Gerard, if you are reading this please let us know how the Rugby World cup is going. Here in Spain it doesnt exist as far as the spanish press and tv are concerned. And we are only 10 kilometres from the french border!!

the Monte Perdido glacier

Knocked that one off.

Jaime y Refugio de Pineta. ¡Que vengan las chirris neocelandesas!

Tuesday 18th Refugio de Goriz to Pineta 13.5 kms

The day dawned and the weather was very cold but looked settled. We decided to make a go of it. The distance was not long (13.5 kms) but the track was going to be the most difficult we had faced. From Goriz we had a 300 metre climb over 2 kms to get to the Collado de Arablo, then a 700 metre drop over another 3 kms to the Bellos river. this fall required a lot of hands on climbing to get down rock faces and as usual the track marks were not easy to find which slows down progress as we have to double check we are heading in the right direction. In these steep sided valleys, you only need to lose your direction for 5 minutes and you can get yourself in all sorts of trouble; there are high cliffs everywhere.
By the time we hit the bottom of the valley we were already tired but could not wait to rest. We now had a steep 600 metre climb over 2.5 kms to get to the high pass of Collado de Añisclo and the weather looked threatening. It took us nearly 2 hours to get there the going was so steep. To put it bluntly, I was buggered and we still had the worst of the day ahead of us.
As we reached the top were were surprised to find a Spanish guy there with GPS equipment. He worked for the National Park and they were revising all of the tracks in the park. At the top we were at a height of 2500 metres above sea level. We now had to go down an almost vertical cliff to the valley floor 1.2 kilometres below. Looking down was freaky. It was like looking out of the window of an aeroplane. It was unbelievable that the GR11 took this route and I began to see why the GR11 track was considered so difficult. Up until now it had been physically challenging but this was another dimension. The park employee gave us encouragement "Tomalo muy despacito porque es muy peligroso" (take it slowly because it is really dangerous). We stepped off the edge to begin the descent. To describe what we had to walk down as a track would be extending the use of the word way beyond what it was intended for. We were carefully stepping our way along slippery gravel ledges and climbing down vertical rock faces. I chose to concentrate on where I was putting each foot because to look down to the valley floor immediately gave me vertigo. Amazingly, even Chris Bennett our young and enthusiastic guide, was looking extremely white around the lips. He later admitted that it was the scariest thing he had ever done. To drop the 1200 metres took us nearly 3 hours.
At the bottom I was exhausted and my legs and feet were aching. Once again having 20 kilos on your back while climbing down made the trip even harder, and more dangerous. We were so happy to be on flat ground and looked up in wonder at where we had come from. It seemed incredible that we were alive. We walked to the Refuge of Pineta and were greeted by our host for the evening, Jaime. 2 cold beers each, a hot shower and change of clothes and we were filled with endorphin fever. We had a great evening with Jaime and a couple of other intrepid fools who were crazy enough to do the same thing as us. Chris Bennett wanted to know if anyone had died doing what we had just done and much to our horror we found out that only six weeks before someone had put a foot wrong on the same section that we had gone down and had plunged to their death. Not the first one either apparently. Many people do the walk we did and when they see what they have to go down they turn around and go back.
Jaime was a great host. He cooked a great meal, spaghetti bolognesa, salad, spanish sausages and chips. ¡¡Buenísimo!! Refugio de Pineta, good food, good beds, good time.
I include a photo of Jaime and he says that I have to put on this web site that all the New Zealand girls are welcome to stay at Refugio de Pineta anytime (¡Qué vengan las chirris neocelandesas!) Muchas gracias Jaime. Ha sido un placer concerte. Y para que sepas, ya hemos quitado los "porsiacasos" de nuestras mochilas para hacerlas un poco mas ligeras.

Monday 17th Bujaruelo to Refugio de Goriz 22 kms

It had rained during the night and packing up our tents and gear was a bit damp but the sun came out and we set out for a long day. We were now entering a National Park and after a few kilometres entered into a huge canyon not unlike the Grand Canyon in the USA. It was VERY impressive. we walked through forest with the most awesome views of massive cliffs on both sides of our route. We followed a river up the long canyon and had views of massive waterfalls and rapids. It was a long walk and a steady climb until we came to the end of the canyon. We knew that we had to climb another 400 mtrs over about 5 kilometres to reach the hut, Refugio de Goriz. The narrow, rocky track snaked up the canyon end and at every turn we were higher and higher above the canyon floor. The weather, which had been very mild, suddenly began to get much colder. Within about 30 minutes the temperature dropped 10 degrees and thunder and lightning were all around us. Rain and sleet began to fall heavily and we rushed to get our wet weather gear on. Within minutes we were soaking and freezing cold, and uncertain as to how far away the refuge was. The rain got heavier and we momentarily lost our way but fortunately got a glimpse of the roof of the refuge above us. Just as well as I could already feel hypothermia coming on. Another half an hour in this weather and I think I would have been in trouble. As it was I could no longer feel my hands.
We headed up to it and were surprised to find it absolutely full of people. Goriz is the busiest manned hut in the Spanish Pyrenees because it is the closest to Monte Perdido (Lost Mountain) which at 3150 is the 4th highest peak in the Pyrenees and a favourite for climbers both french and spanish. We had fortunately booked bunks and a meal for the night. we got our wet gear off and hung everything up and after a cup of very hot chocolate things started to look rosy again. We had an entertaining evening with our table companions, a belgian gentleman who loved Duvel beer, and 2 spanish guys one of whom, Miguel Gonzalez (gracias por la información Miguel) was doing the reverse trip to ours but going even further. He was heading over to the coast above Portugal. Quite a trip!
We were at an altitude of 2200 metres above sea level and the problem we now faced was the weather. the next stage of our trip to the valley floor of Pineta was known to be the most difficult of all of the GR11 walk that we were doing. If the weather was going to be bad it would be suicide to continue but at the same time there was no room for us to wait it out at the Goriz refuge. we could only stay one night. Later that evening the guy running the hut came to me with a new forcast; it looked like it was improving so he contacted the Pineta refuge and told them that we would be attempting the traverse through the next day.

Bridge on the way to Ordesa

Cuello Brazato 2600Mtrs

mountains, mountains, everywhere.

View from Tebbaray

Sunday 16th Panticosa to St. Nicolas de Bujaruelo 22 kms

A long day today but the weather gods were no longer with us and we had heavy cloud. First breakfast at the hostal. Spanish breakfasts leave a lot to be desired. As I have said previously, we have been eating very well (too well, despite the exercise my waistline does not appear to be diminishing) but due to the Spanish feeding timetable the early morning breakfast does not figure highly on their food agenda. The average spanish working person typically gets up just before heading off to work and grabs a quick cup of coffee to get the brain into action. Breakfast for most here usually happens at around 9.30 to 10 oclock when they get a half hour break from work and they have a large sandwich with another coffee or even a beer! Lunch is taken at around 2 pm or later with a 2 hour lunch break (lunch is the main meal of the day here so is typically 2 to 3 courses with wine and coffee to follow). Back to work in the afternoon at around 4 to 5 pm your spanish worker doesnt knock off until 7 or 8 pm, and having dinner at around 10pm. Bedtime is usually between midnight and 1 am.
The problem we found was, the breakfasts that we were being given were mainly comprised of coffee and a sweet roll. Hardly enough to go and conquer mountains on. Being up in the mountains we couldnt buy a lot of provisions so we were always looking to supplement the breakfasts with something extra. Not always possible.
As usual we walked out of the hostal and straight into a hard long climb. we slowly climbed up the side of a mountain and into the clouds. Fortunately the rain held off and it was like walking in very heavy mist. We passed a high mountain Ibon (glacial lake) and soon were at the top of the pass (Cuello Brazato 2600 mtrs above sea level).
Climbing down from there alongside the rapids of a crystal clear mountain stream, we saw a herd of wild Chamois deer nearby. we had also been seeing Marmots and suddenly the little, chubby, furry animals were everywhere. Chris Bennett almost stepped on one as he strode along. We stopped for lunch and wrapped up warm as the wind had a cold chill. directly in front of us was the huge face of Mt. Vignemale (3298 mtrs) with the top masked by grey cloud. As we got ready to push on the clouds parted to give us a view of the high, craggy peak. Awesome.
Then it was off to St. Nicolas de Bujaruelo, a long down hill walk over rough farm land being grazed by absolutely huge Pyrenean cows. Bujaruelo is, like everywhere around here, beautiful. With high waterfalls and wide, clean rivers with transparent swimming holes.
We stayed at a camping ground tonight. It will go down in our memories as having the best hot showers of any place we had stayed at. We ate wild rabbit at the camping ground restaurant and drank rose wine. I dont remember climbing into my sleeping bag inside my tent that night but I do remember walking up in the wee small hours to the sound of rain falling.

Saturday 15th Respumoso to Balneario de Panticosa 16 kms

The morning was cold. We were already up at 2100 mtrs above sea level and had a 700 metre climb to get to the high pass of Cuello Tebarral. It was to be the highest point so far n the walk. We set off surrounded by high peaks and walked through a hangin valley filled with small alpine streams. As we climbed the going got steeper and soon we were scrambling our way up a rocky scree slope. It just got steeper and steeper and with a mountain in front of us it was difficult to see exactly where the track was taking us. Suddenly the track hooked sharply to the right and we could see a very narrow pass (3 metres wide) in the immense rock wall in front of us. As we approached it, the way became totally vertical and so it was a hand over hand climb up a solid rock face, no easy feat with a 20 kilo pack on the back. I didnt look backwards because I didnt want to see where I would end up if I fell. Once at the top it was a relief to say the least. There was already a few Spanish climbers there and we all enjoyed the spectacular view of Mt Balaitus (3150 mtrs) and a ring of peaks to our left called the Infiernos in Spanish ( the Hell peaks, I can see why they got their name). After that it was a long down hill walk of some 12 kilometres stopping to have lunch beside some beautiful glacial lakes in the sunshine.
We arrived about 6pm at Balneario de Panticosa, which is a very expensive spa resort first made fashionable by the Spanish King Alfonso the 13th in the late 19th century. The whole town was a construction site with new hotels and apartments being built but fortunately there was a hostal for trampers and climbers call Casa de Piedra, complete with bar and restaurant. We immediately ordered 3 large, cold beers (which was beginning to become a bit of a custom) and booked in for the night. We had dinner with 3 spanish mountaineers who were also staying at the hostal and had a great evening. As usual with these mountain refuges or hostals, we are all crammed together in bunkrooms with a variety of nocturnal nasal sounds being emitted by various people. Fortunately for me I am usually so exhausted that I collapse unconscious immediately. Others are not so lucky and I note here that sometimes, while asleep, I get requests from others in my vicinity to cover my face up with a pillow. I dont know why, they seem to have some problem with my breathing.

Rock on!

 

I guess this is the way...?

 

Most of the time on the GR11 there was very little in the way of proper tracks, and if as well as that the white stripe-red stripe markings were thin on the ground as well then you spent most of the day hoping you were going the right way.

Our highest point so far.

sunshine and a cold beer after a hard climb. What more could u ask ?

Friday 14th Sallent to Ibon de Respumoso 8kms

Only a short walk today though all of it a steep climb. There is a Refugio (tramping hut) at the lake of Respumoso. It is at 2200mtrs above sea level and we wanted to use it as a staging ground for the next days push up and over one of the highest passes we would face on the trip (Cuello Tebarral 2800mtrs). We arrived at just after midday at the refugio and were pleased to find that they had accommodation, and a bar and meals! 2 cold beers were rapidly despatched and we made ourselves the usual lunch while looking up at the incredibly high peaks that now completely surrounded us.

the climb to Respumoso

Wednesday 12th Candanchu to Sallent de Gállego 2 2 kms

A very long climb up a steep sided valley with an incredibly high almost vertical face to get over at the end of the valley. Chris B and J wemt ahead but i had tn take a 10 minute breather before plodding up to the top of the 2200 mtr pass. We saw chamois and marmots. At the top was a large alpine meadow with another glacial lake Ibon d'Anayet. A quick lunch of our usual Pyrenean cheese, chorizo, sardines, bread and fruit. It has to be said here that spanish food is excellent however the bread is definitly lacking. For this walk we need good quality grain bread and while it does exist it is almost impossible to find in the small mountain villages. A long 10 km downhill to the village of Sallent now tho half way down we ran into a newly developed ski field which had obliterated the track. We ended up walking down beside 4kms of highway (really hard on the feet) before getting into the village. We had decided to have a rest day on thursday and i definitly needed it. We had some really big stuff coming up.

the mountains we have to climb

a hard day

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.

GR 11 marks

This is what we look for all day long. The track at times is nonexistent so finding the white stripe over red stripe becomes a game. It can be painted on a tree, a boulder, a stone on the ground, a building, a sign, anywhere. Luckily with 3 pairs of eyes it is a little easier; many times the first two would walk right past a turnoff in the trail but then the last guy just spots the worn and hidden mark showing a turn in the track. You have to be careful, sometimes the trail has been moved because maybe a private owner objects to the GR 11 crossing his land, so then the trick is to try and differenciate between the old marks and the new marks. Get it wrong (and we did quite a few times) and it can mean adding up to another 5Km to your day's walk.
Mark top left means go straight on; top middle: change of direction; top right: wrong way. The bottom marks are what you see on stakes or signs; in this case these are for the GR65.3. Oh, and that is another thing; there are many "GR's" (Gran Recorrido or Great Route) and they are all marked with the white stripe over red stripe so there is another way to get yourself on the wrong track. We managed to cross over the wrong pass and ended up in a french village at one point when we should have been 20 kilometres to the south in Spain!

Monday 10th September Zuriza to Guarrinza

For me today was the hardest day so far. Most days we walk about 20 kms and they involve walking from one valley over a high pass and down into another valley. We are now camping at abont 1200 to 1500 metres above sea level and walking over passes at about 1800 to 2100 mtrs though these heights will increase as each day goes by and we get closer to the bigger mountains of the central Pyrenees. Altitude makes itself felt in many ways. The sun burns very hot and the wind blows harder. The air, especially after the sun goes down, gets really cold and when you are climbing mountains your lungs can't find as much oxygen as at sea level. So for me at least, being in the worst physical shape of the 3, this walk is really proving to be a challenge. Monday wasn't any more difficult than most days but I felt like the gas tank was empty and I didn't have lots of energy. Probably the climb over Ezcaurri had taken its toll. The climb up through today's main pass seemed to be interminable. when you are in the Pyrenees, it is always difficult to see exactly where you are supposed to be going, mainly because there are very few clear cut tracks. Most of the time you are just travelling across unmarked country. Just when you think you can figure out where the route is going to take you, you see a GR11 painted mark on a random rock which points you off in a completely different direction, heading you towards an even steeper climb than the one you thought you were going to have to do. Today we got a little lost as usual and ended up climbing around in steep country looking for GR11 marks. Its tiring enough just following the route without having to do extra distance in very steep terrain. We came to our end point for the day, a crossroads called La Mina and found no safe drinking water; there were a lot of big, mountain cattle in the valley with access to the river which made the water unreliable. To top it off our water purifier went on strike. The guide (Chris Bennett) recommended moving on and we really had no choice, we needed good water. Eventually further up the valley, we found safe water, a spring which came up through a handmade rock structure built for cattle to drink out of. The water was freezing cold and delicious. The next challenge was to find some flat land to erect the tents. This proved to be a bit of a problem and the day was drawing to a close. In the end we camped down near the river. Putting up the tents proved hilarious as they were an irresistable attraction for the local cows, who at first tried to eat the tents until we chased them away. As the sun set we had the most beautiful view up towards the tops of the mountains around us but the cold really bit in and I was glad I had warm clothes and a good sleeping bag. We had now been 2 days without seeing anyone and no cellphone coverage.

Refugio libre

 

This is a typical free hut. In fact this one is better than most. For those of us who are New Zealanders and are used to a network of well maintained huts, to find trashed and vandalised, leaking and filthy huts where bunks dont exist could be a bit of a surprise. However when the weather closes in here, you feel grateful to have anything blocking the wind and weather.

The going gets harder every day...

 

Guarrinza

The first cold night

 

Autumn was coming in fast and now we were beginning to climb in altitude, as evening came you really began to feel the cold and we were pulling out the thermal gear and being thankful for the down sleeping bags.

Sunday 9th September Esaba to Zuriza

"En las montañas, hay que ir despacito". (with mountains, take them slowly). Sage advice to me from an old basque shepherd. Today we left the alpine pastures and high hills of Navarra and entered the hard rock, steep peaks of Aragon. From here on, it is the very big mountains of the Pyrenees. We left Esaba after a day's rest and straight into a hard climb to the top of Peña Ezcaurri (2047 mtrs see foto). After grinding up 1000 mtrs over 9 kms, at first through forest then pushing our way up above the treeline into the high country, we were faced with a 300 metre high wall of rock that we had to go up and over. Unbelievable. We could see it from quite a distance and I was thinking the whole time as we got closer that "surely we won't have to climb over THAT!!" As the pommie twit writer of our guide book states "One can hardly believe that one is expected to surmount this obstacle". It took me an hour and a half of hand over hand vertical climbing to cover the 300 meters. As always the 20 kilo pack on my back was answering the call of gravity the whole way. Chris J and B were a bit faster than me so it was an incredible feeling to finally pull myself over the edge of the last section and see their smiling faces looking down at me. It was exhilirating and I was tired but the view from the top was breathtaking. We had been seeing large vultures (2 metre wingspan) the whole walk, now we were looking down on them as they floated on the thermal air currents, their giant wings extended and motionless as they swooped up and down. After having a good look around the top and checking out all the different views, it was a 900 metre near vertical drop to Zuriza on the steepest downhill track so far. I was really glad to have my walking poles because with the weight of the pack, once you started moving downhill momentum starts to take over and if you can't slow yourself down in the difficult gravelly and rocky terrain then you would end up going for the tumble of a lifetime which would not probably end for another 100 meters of vertical drop and a few broken limbs as a souvenir of the trip. By placing the poles in front of me I was able to both slow my descent and, with the more vertical drops off the edge of rock steps, reduce the shock of the landing taking away the risk of damage to knees and ankles. We come back down into forest but the sheer verticality of the track never diminished. Finally we came out onto the main road and after about 500 metres walking on tarseal with the soles of our feet burning from the friction of the climb down, we arrived at the camping ground of Zuriza. Like all establishments of this type in Spain, sensibly they have a bar. We availed ourselves of its services and downed several cold beers in succession. Feeling quite elated with the day's events we set up the tents and had a hot shower followed by a hot dinner in the camping ground bar / restaurant. Sleeping was not a problem.

Peña Ezcaurri

"One cannot believe that walkers are expected to surmount this obstacle". Comment from GR11 guidebook.

Climbing Peña Escaurri

Santuario de Idoya

Mountains, mountains everywhere.

Friday 7th Sept

We stayed at a hotel in Ochagavia. 3 to a room and shared bathroom with the other rooms. But a good dinner with excellent navarra rose wine. Friday was a 24 km plod thru boring pine trees but after 5 hours we arrived at a high point with our 1st real look at the really big mountains that we were soon to face. A bit scary I have to admit. Then once again a steep drop off thru dense beech before arriving at a small 13th century church, the Santuario de Idoya. A narrow rocky path led us to Isaba, an ancient high mountain village with cobbled lanes and more importantly a bar. We downed 4 beers each in 10 minutes. We decided to stay 2 nights here and hav a rest day. The body needed some r + r. Sunday will be the toughest day so far and Im not looking forward to it. A climb up to 2050 mtrs with a 20 kilo pack will be no picnic.

Thursday 6 Sept

These blog entries hav 2 be short as i am tapping them out on a mobile. It would b nice 2 put in a bit more of the daily events but my thumb gets 2 tired. Wednesday and Thursdy were 2 big days. We walked over 50 kms over rugged terrain. Water has become an issue as we move away from the moist Atlantic zone and we hav 2 carry all of our daily needs. Weds night we hav 2 make an unplanned camp at 1100 mtrs just below the treeline as we run out of daylight. Next day we follow the track downhill thru beech forest to the Irabia lake and on to Irati then a hard climb up to the top of Abodi 1469 mtrs. From there a steep drop to Ochagavia villa. The drops r worse than the climbs. Harder on the feet and knees and they are always at the end of the day when u r most tired.

La vista de Alto Aragon desde Navarra

There are some big mountains coming up.

En route from Orbaiceta to casas de Irati

Burguete to Ochagavia

We had been advised yesterday afternoon by the local bakery that if we wanted to buy fresh bread in the morning, to get there early. The crowds of foreign visiting Camino de Santiago walkers had to be seen to be believed. We hadn't noticed them yesterdsy evening but there was a queue at the panaderia at 7am, and after buying enough bread to see us through 3 days, we found a cafe to have a coffee and breakfast. It was packed with Camino walkers. I asked to overworked proprietor if it was like this all the time and he said no, in the summer it was worse. Well i figured the guy was making a small fortune selling coffee and sandwiches to tourists so i didn't feel too sorry for him, though i have to say he earned his money. Navarra is beautiful. It looks like Switzerland. Walking out of Burguete we finally have sun, and instead of immediately having to launch into a vertical assault as so often you have to start your mornings with on the GR11, we had a pleasant, level stroll along the road to Roncesvalles. For the next 20 kms we are walking through part of the Camino de Santiago though in the opposite direction, in other words away from Santiago. Roncesvalles is the first group of buildings the Santiago walkers come to in Spain, after walking up and over the Pyrennees from France, crossing the border at Gainekoleta (Gaine means mountain pass is Esukera, the Basque tongue). From Roncesvalles its a slow grind uphill to the pass and then we climb above the treeline to meet the French border again. We can't help but notice the wide, well surfaced and well signposted track that the Camino de Santiago walkers get to enjoy. We also can't help but notice the c rowds that are walking it. Fortunately, shortly after we get to the French border, our path diverges and we follow the remains of an old Roman road at an altitude of about 1000 mtrs above sea level. Finally we leave the tourist crowds to their tourist walk and we move up into the hills and the quiet of the countryside. As soon as we are out of earshot of the tourist hordes, we stop and make sandwiches for lunch,enjoying the solitude, The weather is perfect and for the first time looking east we can see the peaks of the high Pyrenees in Aragon.

The hills of Navarra

 

Roncesvalles + Burguete in background.

At last, sunshine. Por fin ha salido el sol pero aun hace un biruji.

day 5. To Burgete.

Muchas gracias a los de Casa Pablo por ayudarnos. After thanking the two "guardians" of Casa Pablo for good food and a good time, we got an early start this morning + walked immediately into a steep 350 mtr vertical climb. Heavy mist, rain, + 30 knot wind. Almost lost our way again up on the tops due tn lack of visibility, lack of signage, and an error in our guide book. We stumbled around in the rain up in the high meadow, finally hearing a couple of Spanish hikers yelling at us from a small shelter. They were heading in the opposite direction to us and were also lost, but we were able to give them directions to get down to Casa Pablo, and they were able to direct us in the direction from where they had come from! So we found our way down to the next valley and into the village of Burguete (Auritz in the Basque language). We had walked only 10 kms but the weather was too bad to continue and we were soaked so the rest of the days play was called off. We knew that tomorrow we would be starting on a 3 day section of the GR11 without passing any villages so we would need to purchase food. Also we were wet and needed to dry out. After stopping at a store to buy food, we strolled into the town to investigate accommodation. At this point we had figured out that here in Burguete, and for part of tomorrow's walk, the GR11 runs parallel with the Camino de Santiago. What we didn't realize is how much of a mass tourist business the Camino de Santiago was. Finding cheap accommodation in Burguete was impossible. The cheap places were full so we finally found a "Casa Rural" which is sort of like an English Bed and Breakfast place but without the breakfast. The elderly widow whose house it was, ran it like a Nazi concentration camp, with no noise allowed, no wastage of hot water, even going into our rooms when we weren't there and rearranging our stuff. However it was a pretty village and as the rain had stopped we had a good look around and found a bar with food for dinner.

1st time camping

Urkiaga to Casa Pablo

Woke up inside the tent to the sound of rain. Crawling out of a warm and dry sleeping bag in the tight confines of a mountain tent is hard enough without having to eject yourself half dressed into a cold rain, pack up and have a quick breakfast of cold porridge, throw 20 kilos of wet pack on your back and off uphill. The track was nothing but mud and as we moved higher the mist grew thicker. There is a poem by Antonio Machado that goes "Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar" (tr. Walker, there is no path, the path is made by walking). We had been warned yesterday about the very poor state of trail directions and markers in Navarra, and today we really began to understand how bad it was. At 1200 metres altitude, visibility was down to a distance of 20 mtrs with cold drizzle and wind . We lost the way at this point and descended steeply into a valley to try and find our way. We were lost in a thick mist. We retraced our steps, a steep half hour climb. Chris B went off to scout and found an old marker. The track was nonexistant but we knew the heading we had to take so headed downhill into another valley in the mist, taking about an hour to climb down about 300 vertical mtrs til we came to a river. We followed the river for 2 kms and came to a road. Another kilometer and we arrived at Casa Pablo, a "Refugio" with bar, restaurant and bunk rooms. We were soaked but very relieved. Lunch and a cup of hot coffee went down really well! There were only 2 other guests at Casa Pablo, 2 very fit guys from Cantabria who were determined to walk the entire GR11 in 30 days. They were complaining bitterly about the lack of decent signage on this section of the GR11 which had slowed them down. Casa Pablo was run by a couple of "Guardians", a guy and a woman who were paid by the local district council who owned the Refugio. Casa Pablo was way out in the countryside with no retail stores within walkin distance, and I needed to by some fuel for our gas cooker. I explained my problem and the guy offered to give me a lift to a gas station where I could buy unleaded petrol, which my cooker could work with. After that we sat down to a brilliant hot meal cooked by the woman, and drank wine and celebrated walking the GR11 with our 2 new Cantabrian friends.

September 2nd Elizondo to Puerto de Urkiaga 18km

A 6am start and both Chris B and Chris J very hungover from the "rest" day. Everything was shrouded with fog. Upon leaving the town, the GR 11 led us immediately into a steep, hard, 3 hour climb; we had yet to find out that this would be the standard procedure for most of our mornings on the GR11. A real grind up through misty beech forest and farmland with the dull clonking sound of cowbells everywhere. Part way up we were greeted by an elderly gentleman who was walking down the path aided by a stout walking stick. Beret (or 'boina' as it is called around here) firmly in place on his head, he informed me cheerily that he had already walked up to the top this morning and did so every morning. They breed these Basques out of tough material. We finally climbed above the cloud at 800 metres above sea level and were greeted by a few local hunters who, after hearing that we had come all the way from New Zealand, invited us into the large cabin which was there base for hunting, though I suspect it was also a place to escape from their wives. Fitted out with a rustic kitchen, long wooden dining table and lounge area, as well as bunks, it was a snug haven in the mountains. Chimney ablaze, they gave us each a strong cup of coffee and then, after hearing that my wife is from Catalonia, they broke out a few bottles of ice-cold Catalan Cava. Champagne breakfast, just what the two hungover Chris's needed. We chatted with the local hunters for a while, getting a fair bit of local knowledge about what lay ahead, and then moved on, climbing steadily. Reached the French border at 1000 mtrs above sea level, weather perfect. Our highest point so far. Began the descent noting that the track markings had deteriorated and the track itself had disappeared but navigated our way down to Puerto de Urkiaga (800 mtrs above sea level) and camped for the first time. It wasn´t the most pleasant of places to camp but it was too late to push on. We then discovered that the fuel we had purchased in a hardware store in Hondarribia was not meths as we thought it was but kerosene. The cooker didn´t function with kero so it was a cold can of sardines for dinner. Nice...not.

Leaving Elizondo

 

Climbing into the sun

 

France frontier

Altitude 1000 mtrs for 1st time. We are exactly on the border of France and Spain as indicated by the large stone in front of us. Photo taken by helpful French tramper.

Giant slugs in Navarra

 

¡Vaya babosa! The way through Navarra was littered with these giant slugs, some of them up to 150mm long!

September 1. Rest day in Elizondo.

The day of rest for Mr. Bennett and Mr. Jackson turned into a day of fiesta. After an excellent lunch at the Fonda Eskisaroi hotel with 2 bottles of vino rosado Las Campanas (we are now in Navarra, renowned for its rosé wine), we moved to a small bar next to the river. The basque tipple Patxaran was ordered and after a glass I retired for a siesta but they stayed to finish the bottle and smoke cuban cigars. By the time I woke up in the early evening both of them were unconscious in bed. I went for a stroll, came back and was getting ready in the room to go down for dinner. Gamely Chris J came too. We polished off another bottle of Las Campanas together with the stew. Good going.

La Eglesia de Elizondo

 

Lost above the clouds by 8.30am.

Friday 31 August 2007 Vera de Bidasoa to Elizondo 30km

Un dia muy largo, muy duro. A long and hard day. We walked 33 kms in total. Should have been 30 but we managed to get lost and walked about 3 kilometres into France before we figured out we were going the wrong way. Fortunately we got a lift off a local french farmer who dropped us back over the border and showed us the way we should have gone. Total vertical climb for the day 1150 metres and the worst part was the last 7 kms where we dropped about 900 metres down to the village of Elizondo. We were buggered. Hechos polvo. Quedamos en una pension por la noche y mañana será un dia de descanso. We found a cheap hotel for the night and tomorrow is a rest day. The feet are now so sore that standing in the shower hurts. Chris Bennett came up with the brilliant idea of putting the bathmat inside the shower to pad the shower base. Our next walking section will be a long climb of 1100 metres over 18 kilometres and for the first time we will be camping out in the mountains. I am just hoping that the weather holds out for the next two days. It has been threatening to rain.

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