{"id":3125,"date":"2023-11-15T21:02:10","date_gmt":"2023-11-15T21:02:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/picton-lynas.co.uk\/walkingblog\/?page_id=3125"},"modified":"2023-11-19T11:29:01","modified_gmt":"2023-11-19T11:29:01","slug":"cami-de-ronda-8","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/picton-lynas.co.uk\/walkingblog\/spain-cami-de-ronda-gr92\/cami-de-ronda-8\/","title":{"rendered":"Cami de Ronda – 8"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Begur to Palam\u00f3s – 16th November<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Things started off a bit chilly this morning with a stiff on-shore breeze. The plan was to follow Herman the German’s trail for most of the start at least, but the way markers – the little white over red rectangles – said otherwise. I should have ignored them.
They took me due east to the coast and then up and down the cliffs around far too many bays to the town of Tamariu which I would have reached two hours earlier if I’d gone the other way.
The upshot was that I was struggling come the end of the day to make it to civilisation before darkness fell. It was a close run thing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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More narrow medieval streets but they managed to cram a decent hotel in that one.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The church in the square twenty metres away. Chimes the quarter hour and does the full bong suite on the hour right up until Midnight. Then, I assume the bell ringers go to bed so that they can get up to start clanging again at seven.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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I’ve hit the coast much earlier than I thought I would at St. Tuna, who as you will know, is the patron saint of fish canners.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Statue on the climb out . It looks to be a headless human, the back of a large fish and an I don’t know – it sort of has a hoof. I’d like to think that it is Roman,<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Absolutely hideous descents. But doesn’t seem to stop them, building going on everywhere. I suppose they like to get it done in the off season when it is cooler.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The guy had his digger with one track over the edge to get at the end of that bit. Mad.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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I think that that was Platja Fonda. On to the next.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Tamariu at last. I reckon that I’m two hours behind schedule with five miles extra to travel.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Fornells. If those marbles have just rolled down the hill, I’m in for a shock when I climb up and meet her.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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I’m a little uncomfortable, Herman. Happy now.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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I’m down and just along the track a little fruit tree. I thought perhaps Kumquat but the tree is too large.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Llafranc seems well guarded. The horse is looking out for people who are not woke enough so she can report them to Lala Franc.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Calella and after a stop for lunch and a rest, I’ve decided to give it a push for an hour. V. Worried about the time.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Looks like the little bear got run over. I can’t spare the time for CPR or mouth to mouth. She’ll have to live or die on her own.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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A nice tower conversation.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The back end of Calella and more cliffs ahead.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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You can’t even have a fag when you’re walking your dog, which you can’t walk anyway.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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They look well nasty. And they were.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Looking back at Calella. Food, water and rest equals new lease of life for the picture taking.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Oh frig!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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I’m past and I think that I avoid the next lot and head up past that churchy thing.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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More forest but good track. It is getting twilighty. The camera doesn’t seem to mind.
At last. Those bloody dirt bikers are a pest round here.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Track is getting narrower and rougher and it is getting darker.
My best estimate is that I can now make it at 6:00 pm. I think I put three miles behind me in that last hour.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Crap. This stuff on the cliff paths is bloody hard to move fast on.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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I’m out of that and heading to the last bit of forest, I hope.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Platja de Castell. And I think that the sun has already set. Just ambient light left.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Some kind folk have taken the seats from their old Ford Cortina and brought them up here.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The Castell of Cala Castell.
God! This is never ending,<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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La Fosca and my last chance for a swim. Oh well.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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That girl with the giant marbles lost it ‘cos they rolled down the hill and I wouldn’t stop to pick them up. She shy’d one of her pebbles at me and it crushed this man’s wall.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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Okay. My old eyes are not really seeing things very clearly. I know that the phone is, but that don’t help.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The mutt tasked with guarding the cliff path and the way in to Palam\u00f3s.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The marina on the outskirts and I have streets and streetlights. Twenty minutes to six.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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The Platja and behind me the Hotel. Phew!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

That wasn’t meant to be the toughest day but it was by far. Ended up eighteen miles of hard downz and upz and many more hills than I anticipated. Tomorrow, thankfully, is a short day – unless I go off-piste again – so I hope to get to the gaff early and have a relax in the private whirlpool room I’ve treated myself to.
As they say here, Ad\u00e9u (A day you).<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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