Sant Feliu to Tossa de Mar – the Forest Path

The path wound up into the hills, again. The GR92 is way marked by a Polish flag emblem on trees and rocks along the route. But you have to keep alert, like this one on the rock.

We lost alertness and both missed a turnoff, which cost us an additional kilometre. The route was fascinating, with ancient Menhirs dotting the way, and many cork oaks which had been stripped of their bark for bottle corks like this one next to the Menhir. Booo! But it grows back. Hooray!

Some of this was real Lord of the Rings stuff

With most of the views, when not covered by trees, being inland to the mountains.

With an occasional seaward glimpse back towards Sant Feliu. Or forwards to Tossa de Mar.

We were knackered when we arrived, our feet have taken some stick on the rock and tarmac surfaces. So we decided to shorten the last day to finish in Lloret del Mar. Another sunny day. And this route was following one of the Camino de Santiago pathways.

By midday we were not too far away.

And Lloret was quite attractive.

We had a fabulous black rice seafood paella on the front.

And then on the way to the hotel I tripped on a raised disability ramp on the pavement. The weight of my rucksack threw me forward and I thrust out my left arm to cushion my fall. It broke up by the shoulder. The last few metres of a ten-day trek and I was in agony. The local hospital were great and I’ve got strong painkillers and a sling but it may need surgery. They were touch and go as to whether they would accept me on the flight home this morning. In any event it’ll take 3 months to mend. Silly old bastard!

I’ll be walking again. Blog you then.

Night night.