GR11 Day 2 In Search of Water
Ermita de St Anton - Caseria Gorra - picnic site just beyond the farm
So we survived our night in the chapel, I must admit I did sleep with one eye open for some of the night. I'm blaming that on Jac and her telling me she was reading a zombie book about the end of the world. She is a very odd girl, and I have a very overactive imagination so the noises from the woods freaked me out. Thankfully they were just owls and not the undead.
We cooked porridge with water for breakfast and it was just delicious and kept me gagging all morning. So we were very happy to arrive in Bera late morning as this meant we could fill up with water, buy some food and then find a nice coffee and cake. The cafe was the first find and I was sent in to order, as we know from previous foreign countries that Jac is mute. My Spanish is progressing well I managed to order 2 large coffees and acquired a new cherry pastry to eat. We enjoyed our little cafe experience so much, we stayed until she came out and took the table away from under us. It was lunchtime siesta, and everything was shutting. This meant we had completely missed the shops and tasty snacks, so we're left with some sweaty cheese, ham and a baguette that came out of a bread vending machine for a Euro.
Water was also forgotten but no worries as the guide book said lots of water spots on route, and we all know that guide books can be trusted. Which is why we arrived dehydrated and knackered 6 hours later to a picnic site that had a tap.
Things I have learnt:
Never trust a guide book, especially if you need water. As it will let you down and you will end up walking many more miles than you want to in attempt to quench your thirst. We are now carrying an emergency 1 litre each in the pacs that can't be touched unless, well there is an emergency.
Muscle, does have memory, it is reminding me that I have been lazy for the last 3 months and now I'm going to pay for ignoring it, there is not one part that doesn't hurt and we are both omitting little whimpers as we move.
Porridge made with water is not delicious, it is the food of the devil up there with cous cous.