L’Escala to La Bisbal – It’s Starting to Hurt!

Woke up feeling ropey, aimed for McDonalds and it was shut, aimed for a cafe 5 miles away and it was vegan and full of cyclists so we ate bottled vegetables from the supermarket and felt sorry for ourselves. Gary climbed through nettles and I clambered through brambles. Life hurts sometimes.

There were no redeeming features on this walk. We had to cross a river and there was only one bridge, which banned pedestrians from crossing. Luckily we were able to dismantle the barricades at both ends.

The towns and villages round here are shut. Empty as a pocket. Thanks Paul.

Today was a long walk, mostly on dirt tracks, across an inland plain, followed by a climb across a mountain range tomorrow to get back to the sea. This route would save us two days walking compared to following the coast. It was a variant of the coast path, the GR92-1, rejoining the GR92 at Sant Feliu de Guíxols. Here’s Gary, drinking water and eating tortilla in a supermarket. Bet this is a first! Blinking mad Leeds fan.

What is happening in Catalan supermarkets? This one is selling Bonka and Bestial Mix!

Then off again. We are crazy cookies. Just can’t stay still in one place for five minutes. Absolutely bonkas. Thanks Rik. Rest in peace lad.

The rain in Spain stays away mainly from the plain. And where’s that soggy plain? In Spain, in Spain! Thanks Audrey and Rex. Memories of childhood shall appear within this room. Thanks Roger.

As the sun went down we waltzed into La Bisbal, to find the hotel we had booked earlier was closed, didn’t answer the phone and ignored emails. Worse still, the booking terms said that if we no-showed they would charge anyway, and they had my credit card details! We wandered over the bridge on the (seasonal) river Daro.

Which looks like this after rain in Spain on the plain. Thank you I stock.

The night ended well. We had one of the best burgers in the history of cows’ rumps and found a Hostal that would accept English vagrants. Bring on tomorrow!

Night night.