Platja Dels Alocs to Platja de Cavalleria – 16th April 2026
This is the hardest stage on the Camí de Cavalls. But to make it worse, you can no longer get down to the car park start in anything less than a 4×4 with low gear ratio and a high clearance. And an added mile is never a pleasure. A day of hard upz and dangerous difficult downz, probably lethal in the wet.
A mile down this to the startOn the route and quickly climbing.Verdant valleys up here to denote a different climate – green enough for cows.I hate it when I’ve struggled up a climb to have to give it away then climb back up immediately.In the far distance the Far on the Cap de Cavalleria.That cliff top is the start climb for tomorrow.The Far getting incrementally closer.There is a strange construct in the corner of that field, made of ever smaller concentric rings of stone placed on top of each other. But, in the distance something even stranger …Horses! Horses on the Camí de Cavalls. How do they get up the climbs. Bloody amazing.Still feels far, far away. Need some shade and a rest soon.Trying to show the clear waters down in the little cove.Can’t even find a name for this one on the old Google. An old washed up log – know how it feels.On Christmas day the sun rises and shines through the rock to tell you to wise the fuck up.The red rocks approach.I think these mud stones just about made it to ‘rock’ before being uplifted from the sea.I think – a skull and a half.The view back to all the conquered hills. Cala Barril and a few scattered houses. Nothing to stop at.A quiet little beach. The horses have been up here as well.Finally! A bit of forest and shade and a nice seat to go with it.This farm must be where the horses originate. Well tended orange orchard and just cut grass, that lovely smell heightened by the heat.I was thinking of an old Gallic dude just putting out his 12th Galois of the day.Then suddenly, just around this bend, swamped I was by the French. Dozens of them, all in family groups obviously coming from somewhere that only the French know.A long car park up by that white building. It is a least a mile to those beaches over rough rocky ground and they are pouring in in their flip flops etc. Good luck.They infest those three beaches, Cala Pregonda, Playa de s’Alairó and Playa de Binimel-là.Free at last. And Platja de Cavalleria in sight. Looks like just one bay and one headland to go – don’t laugh.Cala Mica and my washed-up log has followed along.Some large minion type creature is building a bonfire to burn the shore-witch.The bloody Platja de Cavalleria at last. Just 2km to go.Climbed up to the car park at the end of the beach and no driver and her cohort available – they late!I’ll feed my mate the free-roaming chicken then. She had my last three chocolate chip cookies, greedy ‘poule noir’ to quote the many children somehow amazed by this.
Well! It was hot and hard and I’m beat. But, it is done nonetheless. Onward!
