Business End of the Season – Escatron to Quinto

A good night’s sleep and waking up to a brand new day. Well, not exactly. It was freaking freezing, foggy and forlorn. A 17 mile route today on roads all the way, and we set off with intent and determination. And, after half a mile, stopped for breakfast at the bar by the river that we had eaten at last night. Coffee, orange juice, bread, chips and fried eggs. A winning combination that drives tired legs and painful feet! Crossing the Ebro, up and over the hills and down to Sastago. We made good time, wrapped up in warm clothing, which for me included gloves, scarf, jumper and hat. Dropping down we came upon the river.

And after a few hundred metres we hit the bridge.

I’m afraid that is the extent of today’s story. We roadwalked, gasped on occasions at the pain inflicted on our soles by the tarmac, talked briefly and kept our heads down.

We stopped halfway and defrosted in a bar restaurant for 30 minutes and then hit the road again. We saw a dead wolf yesterday, and today it was the turn of a dead wild sheep and a mature wild boar. Poor devils.

This had obviously been hit by a big truck which had nearly decapitated it. Recently too,  but it was too big to carry! What a waste. 

After a few more hours, in fog and cold, we came upon a section of road where people appeared to be trying to kill us, in their cars and vans, by driving like loonies. We survived to Quinto and found the only historical buildings in town.

We’re now at our Pension, working our way through tapas for dinner. Divine.

17 miles today, 144 in total, 30 to go. This is the business end of the season. We’ve picked up injuries but we’ve made it this far and nothing will stop us walking 30 miles over the next two days to enjoy a day’s rest in Zaragoza before flying home. Unless it’s one of those barmy motorists! 

Night night.