Well, things started off OK, then the rain started which wasn’t too bad for a while. But once the wind got up and things got a little chilly then it was unpleasant at the end. On the plus side, the old metabolism has kicked in a bit so I felt goodish for most of the day even in the climbs. A young dude with his too loud music sailing past is not something I would have countenanced in Portugal, but now, I could not give a fig. Motor on, son.
The lighthouse on the Cap de Favàritx and a bit of smooth tarmac to start.So much greener up here in the north-east corner.Playa d’en Tortuga and the Bassa de Morella which usually disappears in the summer.Looking back – just an excuse to stop at the top of the climb – to Cap de Favàritx.Cala Morella Nou and just a little bit of seaweed.The conquered Caps.Cala Rambles. Torre de Sa Torreta and I’m moving inland again which I’m not fond of, but it’s only for a bit.Cala Tamarells del Nord. Now why do the sea gods give some Calas the gift of sand and deprive others completely?Puffing and blowing and need a rest again.Es Grau, and a chance of a café con leche plus bun.Uplands after Es Grau. Could be any hilly farmland back home.When you’re tired any sort of a climb seems too much. But it is the descents in the wet that are the danger.Just seems like desolation, desolation as far as the eye can see.Macar de Binillautí and the sea gods have been cruel again.Rinconada de Sa Mesquida Vella and beyond Sa Mesquida. Hurrah!The official start of the Camí de Cavalls. Twenty stages in the tourist guides and the good old 01-001 marker in the middle of nowhere? Funnily enough, The Way of the Horses doesn’t allow any horses.
A kilometer after, I was picked up sodden and cold, though all-in-all in good shape, better in fact than I could have hoped. Still, their are monster climbing days ahead, so we shall see.
