Saturday 28 July 2007

Los Pyrineos

Day 1 - Torla

I arrived in Torla about 1pm on Wednesday 25th July. I had to catch 2 buses from Zaragoza, but this time around my trip was a lot less eventful.

The landscape changed from flat plains, to a wall of low mountains which we drove through. Around every turn, the mountains started to get bigger until we turned a final bend and there in front of the bus loomed the Pyrenees. We wound our way upwards towards Torla.

I´d read about Torla in my Lonely Planet and it seemed like a good point to base myself from. I´d found over the Internet a tour company Aragon Aventura, which does organised tours and self guided tours. I´d been on the phone and in contact via e-mail for the past week to sort it all out.

I stepped off the bus into the heat. Torla is a small village nestled at the foot of the Pyrenees, and right next to the entrance to the Ordesa National Park.



I found my hotel and checked in. It wasn´t hard, Torla is only one street really. I was greeting by a hulking mass of a woman that grumbled at me in what I think was Spanish. I explaind in Spanish about my reservation through Aragon Aventura. She mumbled somthing indecipherable and limped in the opposite direction (I never did see if she had a wooden leg!). A blading man with a dead pan expression came to the counter. I put on my most friendly smile and asked to check in. He scowled at me, and pushed a key across the counter. (I was having visions of "Hostel" by now. The old bird with the limp was probly greasing the the chainsaw in the basement).

I didn´t have to meet Dani from Aragon Aventura for my briefing until 6pm, so I spent the afternoon exploring this wonderful village. It´s so quaint and cute.



Ooops, I did it again!


I don´t know if it was the fresh mountain air, or if I was inspired by Britney but I felt I needed a change to symbolise the next stage of my holiday. After asking a few directions, I found myself down a lane way and in front of the hairdressers (yes, they even have one here!!). I walked in and asked the lady behind the counter to cut all my hair off. She looked at me like I was from another planet (my Spanish sounds like a foreigner, and I´m from Australia, I know it´s far away but it´s not another planet)

I wasn´t sure that she understood me, so I asked again. She replied, ´"Are you sure?"

"Si!"

So I took to the chair and asked for a 2 blade all over. There was an assistant and another person in the salon and they stared on in disbelief. It must have made for quite a scene. They even laughed when I asked if I could take photo´s.



After my close shave I went back to the hotel and smirked at the hotel owners expression as I walked in the door. I don´t think he knew what to make of me.

I had a meeting at 6pm with Dani from Aragon Aventura to brief me and give me my maps and trek notes. When he opened the map in front of me, with all the treks highlighted and numbered in different colours, my heart lept into my throat.

"What have I got myself into?" was the first thought in my head.

Acting calm I listened to Dani and asked questions when I didn´t quite understand. I left the briefing feeling a bit anxious but eager to begin the following morning.

I now felt and looked lke a monk about to embark on a pilgrimage (though better dressed!)


Day 2 - The Turieto Path



The first day I head off out of Torla and followed the Ara River towards the Odesa Canyon. The walk was well marked and easy to follow. I passed many waterfalls along the way. It is one of the more popular walks in the National Park and after lunchtime I began to come across more and more people.



I was glad it was an easy trek to start with. The highlight was the Cascada del Estrecho.



All the treks are really well designed with most of the uphill in the morning, and you are trekking to a peak, or a valley, where you can relax and have lunch. The afternoons are usually faster, as they are down hill. But they are trickier as you are tired, and you slide a lot when going down hill. You have to really watch where you are going or you´ll trip, or twist an ankle.

Most treks are between 7 and 9 hours in length. I know it sounds like a long time, but it´s not really. The time passes by, nothing to do but admire the spectacular peaks that soar out of the valleys and loom above you.

I was surprised by how much the terrain can change in one trek. From craggy rocks, across meadows filled with flowers, through a Green forest and into a valley. It´s truly spectacular!!

Time - 6 hours


Day 3 - The Bujarelo Valley


This day I walked along a valley cut by the River Ara to the slopes of the Vignemale massif.

I start most of my treks about 9 am in the morning, so that I´ve usually made it to the half way point by the heat of the day.



I packed more inot my day pack today as I would be staying in a refuge over night in Bujaruelo.



The initial hike up the gorge was quite steep and rocky, it was a beautiful hot day and I was feeling the heat by 10. I took off my cap and let the wind blow along my scalp. The hike wasn´t as well trodden as the first day, and at one point I had to cross a shher rockface with only the assistance of a steel cable bolted into the rock. It was a bit scarey.





I was in Bujaruelo by 1pm, as it was so early I deecided to do a second walk to Valle Otal. It was about 2 and a half hours there, and 2 back. That would have me back in Bujaruelo around 5-6pm easily.





I was blown away by how different this Valle was from Valle Ordessa. It was much greener and lush. It looked like a picture you see in a magazine or on TV, but never actually something you get to see with your own eyes. It was magical!



Valle Otal was wide. I climbed up onto a rock, had lunch, took my shirt off and sunbaked. I spent nearly 2 hours there, fascinated watching the clouds as they moved across the sky and their shadows slid down the valley walls.





The refuge was a simple affair and we had dinner in a hall. I slept in a room of about 20 bunks. I was so tired from walking and the few necessary beers afterwards that I collpased inot a deep sleep.



Height Gain - 330m



Time - 3.5 hours to Bujaruelo, 5 hours to Valle Otal and back from Bujaruelo




Day 4 - Bujaruelo to Torla via Cebollar




Breakfast was at 7.30am. Like all beakfasts I have come to discover in Hosatals and Hotels in Spain, it consists of a cup of coffee and toasted bread (how bread alone can constsitue breakfast is beyond me!). Thank god I pack Protein bars, been living on them here.



I retraced my walk back along the Ara River to the point where you ascend to Cebollar or descend to Torla. The ascent was really tough, it wasn´t well marked and was rocky. Each walk over the week was getting progressively more challenging I was to discover.





This was the first walk that I actually lost my way on for a bit. The path seemed to be getting narrower, and I was actually climbing over boulders. Shortly I was confronted by a huge rockface..dead end. I looked around for the path, there was none. everything lookked the same. Trying not to panic (it was only 2pm, heaps of sunlight left) I searched for the familiar red and white paint marks. Further back alomg the path I saw one on the other side of a stream. I jumped across and was back on track!!





I trudged on up the mountain, higher and higher until I could start to feel fresh air blowing on my face. The trees broke and I was confronted by the most amazing view down the Valley. I was the only one up here, and I didn´t see another person on this mountain fo the entire ascent, and descent (nearly 5 hours). It was incredible.





That afternoon I found an icy cold mountain stream to have a swim in after all the days trekking. Lovely.



Height Gain - Bujaruelo to Cebollar 900m ascent, Cebollar to Torla 1100m descent



Time - 8 hours




Day 5 - The Faja de Racun




I woke to the smell of of smoke. The air was thick with it. I thought there was a bushfire. I ran out into the alley to see the sky filled with smoke. After talking to a few locals, I discovered that the Ordessa Hotel had burned to the ground. It was only a few minutes up the road.



When I caught the bus from Torla to the Ordessa National Park entrance, we drove past the burnt out ruins. People stood around dazed in between fire trucks. There was nothing left of the 3 storey Hotel.



Today's walk was to climb the Circo de Carriatta, traversing the Faja De Racun and descending the Cirque de Catatuero. It's a dramatic and little frequented route.





The inital climb was tough, all uphill and steep. But the view from the base of the cliffs along the Vallet Ordessa was amazing. It was the toughest walk that I had done.





I actually got a bit of vertigo up there. It was an incredibly narrow path that had a cliff face on one side and a sheer drop into woodland below. There was a point where I thought "It's too far along now, can't turn back, gotta press on forward". Scaling around a curved cliff face really scared the hell outta me.





The walk then descended down into an amazing waterfall.





This walk would have had to have been my favourite, for the challenge it presented me and for the rewarding views.



I have really enjoyed my time alone up there. Enjoy the views, the fresh air, the excercise and time to think. I am totally relaxed with not a care in the world.



I think I could do this forever..if my feet didn't hurt so much!!



Height Gain - 500m uphill, 800 m downhill



Time - 5 hours




Day 6 - The Faja de Pelay- The Circuit of the Ordesa Canyon



This is the classic route around the Ordesa Canyon.



The guide notes said to take it nice and easy for the first two hours as it would be a steep climb up through the trees, so I set a slow, steady pace and stuck to it. It's signed as a Dangerous walk and I can easily see why. The path is rocky, steep and it's easy to dislodge stones.





I decided at least to overtake the few people in front of me, as if there were going to be any dislodged stones, they were gonna be mine.



The view from the top was magnificent. It was another beautiful day, the morning air still had a chill to it, and I could see all the way along the canyon. I looked across at the Faja de Racun and could even make out yesterday's trail. I was so high up!!





I then walked along the Canyon for the next 2 hours, descending to La Cola del Caballo (horses tail). The canyon ends in a waterfall, the only way out is to double back on your route.





Spent lunch on a rock, in the sun under the spray of the waterfall. Unreal!






The return leg was much easier, it was all flat and along the base of the Canyon instead of the walls. Even though, I was tired and it took me nearly 3 hours to get back to Ordessa.





Height Gain - 650m uphill, 650 m downhill



Time - 7 hours



My legs ached, all I could think of was a cold beer, and a shower.



The walks have been amazing. I would spend hours marveling at the views, hearing nothing but birds, or waterfalls. The weather was amazing and I didn't have one bad day.



I've discovered a newfound calm inside me while out there. To be alone with your thoughts for days on end is very refreshing. I enjoyed my time immensley and can honestly say that I am now truly relaxed, and for the first time in aong time...extrememely happy.

Tuesday 24 July 2007

A bus ride with a Nun to Zaragoza and other tales



It was with a heavy heart that I said goodbye to my family in San Sebastian and bordered a bus for Pamplona. I was sad to leave after getting to know them again after nearly 12 years, but excited that the next chapter of my trip was about to begin.

Walking down the bus aisle, ticket stub in hand I scanned the seats looking for my number. I saw a Nun sitting about half way down and thought to myself, "Imagine sitting next to a Nun on the bus all the way to Pamplona! What would you talk about?" So it was with some surprise that I stopped next to her, looked up and matched my seat number to the one she was sitting in. Ah..I wouldn´t have to sit near the Nun as she had the wrong seat. Wrong! After comparing tickets we discovered that her seat was the one next to mine and she´d accidentally sat in the wrong one. I meekly suggested that she stay and I´ll sit in hers. I slid in to my seat and fumbled through my bag, trying to desperately not make eye contact with here again in case she would want to start up a conversation. I grabbed the iPod from inside my backpack and quickly stuffed the buds into my ears. I sat bolt upright for the next 2 and a half hours trying not to think sinful thoughts so close to a servant of God. Funny, I´m not religious at all but Nun´s kinda scare me.

The next leg from Pamplona to Zaragoza wasn´t much better. A woman sat next to me and for the entire trip told me everything about her life, from her broken first marriage, to her miscarriage, therapy and now how she´s feeling "mostly" normal again. My constant looking out the window, yawning and feigning sleep did nothing to stop the constant onslaught in Spanish, with barely a gap to take air.

Zaragoza could not arrive soon enough. The new bus terminal they they are building for the World expo next year is amazing!! It´s so HUGE!! It was a bit daunting pulling up and grabbing my pack.

Missed my stop on the bus at Plaza Espana and had to trek a few blocks in the blazing heat. It´s so hot and sunny down here, much hotter than San Sebastian was.

Found my hotel, checked in, grabbed my day pack and hit the streets. With only half a day to explore Zaragoza I wasted no time.

First I went to Aliaferia, Spain´s fines Muslim era edifice outside Andulucia. I was amazing!! The roof detail was incredible. I spent the entire time walking around looking up.



Next I went to Plaza del Pilar, where the enormous Baroque basilica looms over the Plaza. I slipped inside and had a look around. It was cool and quiet inside after the heat and bustle of the street.

Plaza Del Pilar

Catedral del Pilar

Got a quiet dinner planned in one of the local plazas then bed early as I have to rise at 6 am to take another two buses tomorrow morning to Torla, in the foothills of the Pyrenees. I will base myself there for the next week while I do self guided walks around the mountains. I´m a bit nervous but excited at the prospect.

Monday 23 July 2007

Santander and the Central Basque Coast

For the weekend I decided to go East along the central Basque Coast to visit two friends of mine, Dani and Jose in Santander.

Jose and Dani

Santander is about 2 and a half hours from San Sebastian by bus in the State of Cantabria. It´s a fishing town that has been pretty much rebuilt since a huge fire leveled nearly all the town in 1941.

A View back towards the Bahia de Santander


Dani and Jose took me for a tour of the coast nearby for the first day and on the next we visited Santillana del Mar. This is a medieval village that has strict planning rules and has lovely preserved bulidings and cobblestone streets.

Santillana del Mar

We also visited Comillas further along the coast. It has some interesting sights such as the Capricho de Gaudi, one of Gaudi´s earlier works, and no where near as famous as his works in Barcelona.

Capricho de Gaudi

Also in Comillas is the Palaccio de Sobrellano, a summer house of the Marques de Comillas.


I´m off to the Pyrenees for 7 days of trekking solo as of tomorrow, so will post another Blog entry in about a week and a bit... that´s if I don´t slide off a Glacier!!

Thursday 19 July 2007

Bibao and the Museo Guggenheim



After the late night of merry making at the Sociedad it was with a sore head and a full belly (still!) that I rose to catch the bus to Bilbao, one hour West of here.

Bibao is a larger city than San Sebastian, which is a sea side town in comparison. Bibao was an amazing contrast of old and new, with the most most incredible modern glass bulidings alongside the very old.

But the Guggenheim is the city´s showpiece and is one of the world´s most spectacular modern bulidings. The design of the buliding was inspired by the anotomy of a fish and the hull of a boat, both of which are parts of Bilbao´s economy (I did a tour of the Guggenheim..can you tell!!??). I did the tour in Spanish no less thank you very much!



I was fascinated by the design and the detail that went into the construction of the buliding. From the materials used,to the new technology that was developed for the construction, only added to my awe of the building. It is simply beautiful.



I was more intereseted in the building itself rather than the artworks contained inside, most of of which was Modern. The ´Fish Gallery¨on the ground floor is the size of a footbal pitch and at over 130 meters long, it´s Europe´s largest. (It´s always about size isn´t it?)



I spent over 4 hours walking around, and inside the building amazing at the curves and lines that Frank Gehry designed. No other building has had quite an impact on me. The Opera House is impressive, but this is incredible.

The Gastronomic delights of San Sebastian (Does my Arse look big to you?)

Pinxtos



My time here in San Sebastian has been non stop eating. If I´m not eating at my Tia Chiqiu´s house, I´m at a Tapas bar (Pinxtos they´re called here) with my cousin Elena and her friends. And like Pringles, you simply cannot stop at just one!!

Javi, Oikin, Montse, myself and Elena at one of many Pinxtos bars

Life here in Spain revolves around the family, and the food. The Spanish have a wonderful way of living, something that I could all too easily get used too!! I think all the weight that I lost in London with the Subway Diet I have put back on, and then some, in the 2 weeks that I have been here. Yes I am still running and going to the gym, but I´m eating way too much for the workouts to make a difference. I´m getting fat fast!! Thankfully I have a weeks trekking in the Pyrenees ahead of me before I head to Barcelona and Ibiza, it will give me a chance to walk off all this food.

It´s not only the food but the time in which the Spanish eat. You have breakfast in the morning like we do, but lunch is about 2pm, and it´s a sit down affair with the family, and usually involves 3 plates, starting with chorizo and bread, followed by a salad, and then usually meat with pimientos. The dinner isn´t eaten until about 11pm, and again, it´s 3 plates of food!! I´m a sucker for Spainsh food, especially my Aunt´s, so I´ve been eating up big time.

But besides eating I have also been taking in the sights of this beautiful city. Unfortunately I have only had about 3 full days of sunshine, even though it is hot all the time. So for those 3 days I was out baking on the beach!!


Bahia de La Concha

San Sebastian is surrounded by low mountains, the two most famous of which surround the Bahia De La Concha.

Monte Urgull sits above the old town and is topped by a low castle and a statue of Christ, similar I guess to Rio. One afternoon I hiked up there with my cousin Elena and met Natalia, Ricardo and the kids there. The view is amazing!!



The view from Monte Urgull across to Monte Igueldo

Afterwards we took a walk through La Parte Vieja and came across "Las Gigantes", huge paper mache figures that were being carried through the streets as part of a Fisherman´s festival. Accompanying them are "Las Cabezons", who are smaller but have large heads and are carrying inflated pig´s stomach´s (seriously!) that they hit passers by with. The kids scream and run around in front of the procession. That´s what I love about this country, around every corner is something new and exciting. The Spanish have many traditions which they live by and truly enjoy life.

A "Gigante" with a "Cabezon" in front

But the view from the opposite side of the bay atop Monte Igueldo is breathtaking. To get there you have to take this very old tram (furnicular railway) that is at such an incline it makes you dizzy if you look out the side. Once there though, the views are uninterrupted for miles.

Furnicula Railway

The view atop Monte Igueldo looking across to Monte Urgull

I have also been taking in the towns east of here along the Central Basque Coast. Natalia, Ricardo, Nora, Eric and I spent a day in the car, driving along the coast. The highway weaves along the coastline through some of the most quaint fishing villages and gorgeous beaches. We stopped at Orio, Zarautz, Getaria and Zumaia.

Zarautz

Natlia, Nora, Pete and Ricardo at Zumaia


Throughout the week I have been meeting my Uncles and my extended family that I have not seen for about 12 years. Tio Jose Marie and Tia Justi had me over for Comida (lunch) one day and that was followed the next day with lunch with Tio Juan and Tia Juli. My cousins Javi and Oliana were also there. It goes without saying that both lunches were an extended affair with lots of laughter, and catching up to do after so much time. Did I mention that we also ate heaps too??


Tia chiqui, Tio Jose Marie and Tia Justi

Me with Javi, Oliana and Tio Juan

I have also been lucky enough through one of Elena´s friends, Fernando, to have been invited to a ´Sociedad´. A Sociedad is a club where men can gather to cook and drink. Some do not allow women inside at all. This Sociedad did, but in all of them, women are not allowed in the kitchen, that´s purely man´s territory. Members have keys and can go at any time of the day or night. To get in you either must be a member, or be invited. As a tourist there would have been no way that i would have been able to experience this side of Spanish life if it not for my cousin and her friends.


The entrance to La Sociedad

Inside La Sociedad


Morcilla (blood sausage)

Pimientos

We all met at a Pinxtos bar first (of course!) for a beer before the men said good bye to the women and headed off to the Sociedad to start preparations for dinner. It was a feast!! We started with morcilla (blood sausage), followed by salad. That was then followed by Pollo con Patatas (chicken and potatoes) and finished with the most amazing array of pastels. Of course you are drinking continually throughout!! It was an experience like no other. Everyone was so open, friendly, and willing to teach me the traditions that go along with being part of a Sociedad. One such tradition is that after dinner, everyone must sing a song. Of course being the ´Gringo´ I had to go first. So I downed my glass of Vino Tinto, and in front of a club of about 20 sang a rather bad rendition of ´I still call Australia Home´. It was met with thunderous applause. Obviusly they didn´t understand what I was singing and it goes without saying that they were drunk otherwise there would have been cat calls!! Each person around the table then sang a song, and later on we all joined in. I didn´t know many of the Spanish songs but it was great to watch and listen.

Fernando in the kitchen

A Gastronomic feast

I´m thinking that we should start our own Sociedad when I get back to Sydney. What do you think??