24/10/22 – 30/10/22 223 km Monday was a godsend, it was the first time I’d had two consecutive day’s rest and I hadn’t realised how much my body needed it. I only left the hotel once, to stock up ready for the next day’s ascent of Mulhacén. It was bliss! I woke up on Day …
17/10/22 – 23/10/22 222 km Despite revelling in the familiarity of walking so close to the place I consider my home in Spain, I hadn’t really enjoyed the past two weeks. The GR7 had become repetitive. For the most part I felt like I was marching through an endless field of produce in its various …
10/10/22 – 16/10/22 185 km I must have woken up a thousand times during the night. Although my reclaimed sun lounger was a godsend, the flickering security light on the disused restaurant and passing traffic were a nightmare! So at 5am we gave up and made our way to Cieza where Armand would catch a …
03/10/22 – 09/10/22 207 km I had an appalling night’s sleep in the tent. Partly because I could hear shots going off in the distance but more significantly due to the fact I had pitched in such a way that I kept rolling off the mattress. I was certain it was level when I had …
26/09/22 – 02/10/22 219 km Despite the absence of a window I slept like a log in the refuge! I was clearly exhausted after yesterday’s emotional rollercoaster. I skipped my morning brew so I could make a quick exit and began the steep descent to Andilla. There I planned to stop at the first bar …
