We like this area, to the north of the Pyrenees. Its beautiful. And green. And rugged. We were going to just drive through it, but we’ll be here for a few days yet.
There was a hiking plan couple of days ago.
And it all started off very well. Katie and I were to do a mini walk and then tackle the smelly pants and socks mountain (we haven’t done a clothes wash yet so we have quite a collection), and the boys were to do a longer 5 hour walk round 2 lakes in the Pyrenees, and rejoin us for tea in the campervan.
But the boys fell into a spot of bother without the girls. The walk began as planned. Mobile phone reception is poor but they got an unexpected text message a few hours in saying “Welcome to Spain”. Seeing as that wasn’t on the itinerary they had no passports or money. By evening they had managed to find a kindly local Spaniard to drive them to the nearest village (back over in France) and they booked into a youth hostel, promising to pay later.
By road it was 2 hours away. On foot 7. So I had a driving the campervan baptism of fire. The road on the map looked like intestines and the name “White Mary mountain pass” wasn’t all that encouraging. What are the chances of not meeting a 48-seater bus on a hairpin bend with an overhanging rock face on your side of the road on the White Mary mountain pass? Clearly not high enough.
But all’s well that ends well. We are reunited and have clean pants.