Talk about misreading the map. I didn’t quite see the route on the old Google maps and sort of extrapulated around three miles or so where I couldn’t see it cleary. The reason became aboundantly clear though when I found myself at the top of every peak going. One was a very scary – to us heights challenged people – narrow slippy path around the rock summit. Very hot again in the sheltered valleys.
Pajara square. Are they just lazy with the Christmas decorations?Up the first hill and now a sort of left hook up the next.Pajara below.On to this one and the one behind it and the one behind that.The view to the west. I’m a little amazed at the rock fields. Those stones will have lain undisturbed since they were spat out of a volcano.Down – boo – then up that spur onto the ridge.I’m up and a little proud of myself but there is much more to go.Looking down to the east.Now along the ridge path.To that rocky summit.Tesejerague, I think.Strange white hills at the coast.At the top and a long climb it was.Just got to step around that rock on those small stones above that drop.Really, really, didn’t like that, especially coming around the corner.Down that and up to here. Crapping myself. No wonder I couldn’t see the path on the map.Cardon at last but I’ve been well slow on this one. The heat and the climbs etc. Still three miles at least I’d say.Cursed thing. I though yesterday was bad but I’ll never forget you. Defo up there with the Malta scare.A bull ring? No, just a goat pen. And what big goats, I thought them llamas.Jesus! One last time.A lovely seat ahead. I thought that an art installation but it turned out to be just a very still rude German. Not even a nod. How the hell did I catch up with him? I pondered that for a while until the foot prints on the track down told the story. He hadn’t come over the mountains, he was a light weight just a daytrip up an downer.And very glad I am. Driver’s waiting – lovely.
Well, lesson learned. Look at the f’ing map properly, checking the contours. I suppose though it wouldn’t have made any difference. And any warning about the very bad piece would just have made me dread the whole thing. So, bad mountain conquered and we move on.
