After yesterday’s very hot, unsheltered day, I was dreading another, especially with a load of climbs to get up. In the end, however, after the initial cliffs things were pleasant for seven miles or so. Then the last few into Cala Morrell where difficult again, uphill and on that bastard friable surface that needs total concentration.
Cala dels Alocs and the extra mile from the drop off not appreciated.A cheroot of the massive kind, probably dropped by the Cyclops when he grabbed for Jason (of the Argonauts fame). It is actually a thick rubber sheath for an underwater pipeline. Maybe Russian sabotage.The cliffs for the first hour and the big red one to come.Some one has dug out, and glazed over, a little shrine in the rock. Not really like a small V.M. maybe to an older sun goddess?A lovely bit of forest just when I needed it, and a rock to sit on.Another one, give me a break! The GR gods’ normal approach is: see a hill, climb a hill.But it looks like they have relented. Skirting through the forest around the sides of its petticoats is very nice indeed. A lovely surface.Another of those round stone houses, this time in fertile farm land. Maybe the ancestral home of the owners.Who now live here.Oh no! More beefs to walk through. But, yum! Good eating.The car park at Algaiarens. Again, Le Francais seem happy to walk some distance to the beach.Fontanelles just further on. Very nice.A old house built into the cliff, shelves and oven et al. Was there a roof?Fontanelles bay.The beaches at AlgaiarensThe approach to Cala Morrell and that god-awful surface again.I don’t quite get why you would want to live on the cliff’s edge, but each to their own.
Surprisingly nice day, though I’m still cooking. Going the other way would have been the thing to do, but hindsight is a self-righteous fucker.
