Móra to Benifallet – A Stroll By The River

The Ebro (in Spanish), Ebre (in Catalan), is the biggest river in northern Spain. Fed by the Pyrenees from the north and the Cantabrian mountains to the west. We walked up this river nearly eight years ago to Zaragoza. This time we’re walking downstream.

Breakfast was super douper, bacon, eggs, mushrooms, chips and spicy sausage in a cafe by the river. Then we set off on a bright and warm autumn day.

Through fruit orchards and fields of ripe veg. We sampled figs, oranges, pomegranates, apples, chilli peppers (ouch) and summat else but we can’t remember what. It was like a lime but different.

We were in good spirits and enjoying the walk, irrespective of 29C and heavy rucksacks.

The first village was bizarre. We stopped for lemonade in a cafe. Then as we were walking out of town the loudspeakers sprang into action as a group of German bikers rode through. Martial music. Potty!

We cracked on through fields, over roads and down riverbanks. I’m sorry not to be a great Catalunya fan, the people have mostly been harsh to me and Gaz over the years. However, the county is stunning.

I’m proud of this photo. The gentleman gave me permission.

We were walking for five hours and didn’t seem to make progress. It was hot.

And then, as our spirits and strength were starting to wane, we rounded a corner and there was Benifallet! Still a long way to walk but we could see the endgame. And the day was coming to an end.

We checked into our hotel and went round the corner for some scran. The chef was a powerlifter and competed successfully in some championships in Sheffield earlier this year at the City Hall.

Then we went back to the hotel and Gary turned into a Parisian lothario.

Night night.