Llanca to Cadaques – Seafront Deep, Mountain High

A good night’s sleep and we got up before the hotel staff, slipped across the road to a bar and had fried eggs with coffee and fresh orange juice. After paying the hotel we were on our way back to the north coast of the Cap de Creus, and turning eastward we meandered into bays and out to headlands.

There were snorkel divers working the sea bottom and anglers taking their chances in the crisp morning sun.

It’s great up north here. Really nice but a bit warm in the sun. Before too long we were sweating like sweaty boys in a sauna. It’s the rucksacks that make the difference.

We walked over to Puerto de Selva, with some great views on the way.

On reaching Puerto de Selva the view back towards France was wonderful.

But we were less than halfway to Cadaques and the mountains were yet to come. And impressive they were. Again looking back from part way up the first hillside was impressive.

The sad part was that we met some Wednesday fans on the way.

Life is a gas. Do you know what I mean? Me and Gary are here in the sun in the mountains of north Spain with nobody else around and no noise. Silence, beautiful silence, peace and beauty. And the building in the distance on the side of the hill is the monastery of Sant Pere de Rodes.

It was a long, long climb to the top, through herds of scary cattle and difficult terrain. We’re up to it!

This was the second time that farmers have set electric fences across the way and we have had to shimmy under. Nasty deckers!

Then, over the last brow, came a spectacular view of Cadaques. Oh wow!

It was a long and difficult path down, strewn with boulders that threatened to twist our ankles at any stage. But we, heroically, survived the two hour descent! Checking in at the flat we were staying at and drinking beers on the front with the hippies was good fun. And Robin Weaver is alive and well and still smoking strange substances.

We ended up at a punk rock tapas bar, with the most amazingly cheap food. The punk music was great and the hosts were fantastico. And they liked us too.

Our apartment was in a quiet part of the town, up this path, and it was just right for us.

And it wouldn’t be Cadaques without Salvador Dali. Hail fellow, well met!

My conclusion, my dear friends, is that Cadaques is a lovely place.

Night night.