GR11 Day 10 People Watching
The ridge above Orbara before the descent.- Ochagavia
What a night, the storms, many off, rolled in all through the night. The flashes of lighting were slightly diffused by the eye mask, and the thunder slightly deadened by the ear plugs from Boots. The morning was dark, misty and cold, we left without breakfast and descended down through the forest.
Mid morning we arrived in ochagavia and Jac managed to find us pastries that were as big as your head and a lot more delicious. As Jac's back continues to be, well a pain in the back, we decided to take advantage of the local campsite and stopped for the day. We washed ourselves and our clothes and when all the domestic chores were done we wandered around the village, stopping for beer and snatched sunshine when it appeared.
Who we have met:
GR11 hikers, have been few and far between upto now. Here it was hiker central with many weary people with backpacks spilling into town and campsite all day.
We met Ian who looked like Jac's dad but without the sweatshirt, he also had a liking for red wine, and his last name is a we'll know brewery.
We met the German Americans, we are not sure if they are Germans that talk with an American accent or they are Americans that speak German, but they were both very tall and thin, but as Jac pointed out they only bought lettuce and milk in the shop it wasn't a surprise they were skinny. Also they were carrying a wooden chopping board !!.
The silver rolls were there too, these are a young Spanish couple that we keep passing and then they pass us, they have huge silver foam sleeping rolls attached to the top of their packs that reflect in the sunshine, helpful for route finding for us.
The cereal boys, again Spanish, and the only thing we saw them eat was cereal.
They probably call us the green girls with big baps, which is better than what we call each other, which has been a mixture of dickhead and numbnut.