GR11 Day 8 Omm and Moo
Burguete - The ridge above Orbara before the descent.
Thankfully there has been an improvement overnight for one of us at least. Unfortunately Jac's back is shall we say buggered. I did suggest that we spent an extra day in hip and happening Burguete, and give it another day of rest. However stubborn arse insisted that we set off, as it might loosen up with walking. For all those budding chiropractors out there I would like to say that walking uphill with a 11kg rucksack on your back will NOT aid a miraculous recover. It will only lead to much whimpering, and impromptu yoga stretches in a field of cows.
So we plodded on through lovely woods and tunnels of trees across green open fields, and after 3 hours we stopped, good sense finally won the day, so we pitched camp and Jac gingerly got into her sleeping back and snoozed the afternoon away.
I spent the afternoon updating our blog. The sun came out and the clouds cleared to reveal wooded hills and in the distance bigger ones, that hopefully we will be able to cross one day soon on our way to the Mediterranean.
Things I am worried about:
Jac's back, it's tough enough to keep going but with a side shot of pain it could make it impossible.
This large group of horses, that is slowly clanging there way towards our little green tent, why the Spanish put cow bells around their necks I don't know, as it's very noisy. I now have a line of ten just staring at me, we could possibly be camped in prime munching ground !