GR11 Day 16 Back to It
Hostel Lola - campsite at Zuriza
Well despite everything, we made it back on the trail, and after 4 days enforced rest you would have expected our little legs to be strong and ready for the climbs. Sadly this was not the case, admittedly we have both been under the weather with back gate and bum gate, so maybe we were expecting too much. Thankfully the trail was kind and we opted for the low level route through the valley, it was a nice gentle reintroduction to the GR11, and for once I was pleased for the trees. They provided welcome shade from the midday sun, and the blue sky's above made the walk more enjoyable. We even took time to sit by the river and enjoy the views as we were warm and dry for a change.
We have now left Navarre and have entered Aragon which sounds like something from Lord of the Rings. I shall be channeling my inner hobbit to keep plodding on, looking at Gandalf with her long legs up ahead, leading the way to our next rest stop.
From tomorrow it looks like less trees and more mountains so we hope this new section will bring us luck and health as the last one was quite frankly shite, in both senses of the word.
What I have learnt:
4 days on limited food does not make strong legs, I don't know where this supposed "Hiker Hunger" is but it's defiantly not round me.
On discussing possible kit changes this evening, it transpired that Jac would get rid of me ..., apparently my bedside manner is as caring as a sledgehammer across the tootsies and I'm as much use as a chocolate fire guard when she is poorly. This is harsh but true, I am particularly unsympathetic with anyone when they are ill.
She relented later on when she realised I could carry more and was therefore going to be useful in the limited water situations.