GR5 Day 32 - Azure Blue and Swim
This morning we awoke to clearing skies and all that remained was to descend the last remaining 721 meters and couple of kilometres.
Nature tried to finish us off one more time with the rolling gravel of death, and succeeded in whipping both my feet away down the mountain with my bum soon following. Fortunately as mentioned previously Barbra has plenty of padding so just a dusty ass for me, and wet pants for Jac from laughing.
Into the outskirts of Menton, passing plenty of posh villas and increasing amounts of fag packets.
There was also a substantial amount of clothing festooned about the shrubbery. So either it was an over enthusiastic hiker dispersing with a months worth of clothing on the way to the sea. Or the clothes karma deity was manically trying to get me a replacement waterproof and this was last chance saloon. Either way it was a bit odd, sadly no waterproof. Though Jac did spy a snazzy pair of converse, but they were left on the account off weight and possible infestation.
Jac went into GR sign snapping frenzy, I think she knows that tomorrow that's it, so she was cramming them in like you do with cake before a diet.
Then there was sea and we could walk no further, we had done it. All the remained was a photo of the shoes by the sea or in my case in it, and then a swim in the med, because to be quite honest we honked.
Tonight we are not camping but residing in a ... I will use the word "quirky " hotel in the centre of Menton as a special treat and as it is so "quirky" we have booked another 2 nights, but not here, we have found a much nicer one with a pool, only problem is its up a hill and Jac seems to be reluctant to walk up them at the moment.
We have dried the tent, washed the socks and I'm now sat on the balcony waiting for Jac to wake up, it is a weird feeling to be finished.
Things I have learnt maybe a little to late.
I don't have to roll up my pillow into its little bag every day - this is fiddly and takes ages - this morning i shoved it in, and do you know what it worked fine and it fitted just the same.
Trekking poles if shoved under the rucksack in the correct position and angle, allow you to take the weight of your body completely and you can sort of suspend yourself - if only I had worked that out before.
There is no great epiphany waiting when you finish something. There is only an acknowledgment of what you have achieved and a small relief that it's over, then there is always the excitement of what's next.
What I shall miss:
The stars at night , who knew there were so many and so beautiful.
The solitude, no news from the outside world had any effect on what we were doing, only the weather mattered.
Having to not think, just put one foot in front of the other and keep going.