Everything was patas arriba (upside down) today. Dudu, el taxista, did not know where I was staying in Ager, nor did he know where to take me to start the walk even though I had given Cristina explicit instructions. Where the lack of communication came in, I do not know, but I was driven miles from where I needed to be. Now, just to interject, may I say that I was going to take an alternate route anyway because of descriptions such as this, "Above Rubies, is a huge cliff with two distinct gashes. The one on the left is Portella Blanca. The GR1 l leaves Rubies on its northern side and takes a faint path directly up the cliff face. The path is steep. difficult to follow and local goatherds have created a number of alternative routes. Persist, and after the initial gullied scree the 'path,' which seemed to be heading for the wrong gash becomes evident...." And that is just the beginning. I was planning on taking the "you can walk directly to your accommodation" path.
Anyway, after much conversation with Dudu, I gave up hopes of returning to my alternate route as the time was ticking away and there was not going to be any shade. Instead, at his suggestion, I ended up doing a four hour walk, a weak imitation of yesterday's—hardly shabby, though—after which Dudu drove me on to Vilanova de Meia, with a stop at a grocery store on the way. Gracias, Dudu. Al final, ¡todo salió bien!
Wow!
Which shots to keep and which to delete!
Transitioning:
River views:
River view, farther on, with flowers:
See that skinny little bridge?
Here it is up close. It also shimmied and shook like the bridge of yesterday.
My entire Catalan vocabulary:
Keeping lox cold until you are ready to eat it. Turns, out, though, that the bidet was leaking all over the floor.
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