GR11 Day 9 Tasty Wafers
The ridge above Orbara before the descent - the first flat bit after the descent from Abodi
It was a long day, but we did it. We are now inside our little tent with 3mm of fabric between us and a massive thunderstorm. As well as it being terrifying, it's quite an odd experience as the sun is still shining, the birds are tweeting the rain is bouncing. The gods have got hold of metal sheets and are ratteling them around the mountains. The sound is deafening and we can't hear each other speak. The wind has picked up, so this will be a test of our new home. Hopefully she fairs better than the Hilliberg, which was quite frankly shite in the rain.
Before the storm we had quite an epic day, we think we have covered around 20+ kilometres, which is a lot more than someone with a bad back should be doing. The walking was lovely but challenging, we followed a lot of snake paths, I don't mean paths full of snakes. I mean paths that wriggled and coiled their way round the mountains. Up into the cloud and along exposed limestone ridges, it all had a very surreal look of Malham cove. Through more forests avoiding cows, horses and their combined piles of crap.
We passed many amazing wild camp spots, but we were too high up, on an exposed windy ridge, with big black clouds gathering behind us to pitch and enjoy the view. Also as the Shepard's were making a swift descent, we took that as a sign to speed up.
The top of a mountain is not where you want to be in a storm, in a storm you want to be in a house with solid walls and a roof.
Things I am grateful for:
The lovely mobile fruit and veg man that parked up in one of the villages we passed through. We bought the best chunky wafer biscuits ever, and what we thought were dates, but turned out to be prunes. I don't need any help being regular so I limited my consumption, where as windy miller scoffed quite a few and they obviously are working because in between the whimpers of pain from her back she goes of like a sub machine gun from her arse.