I’m not saying that the relatively inaccessible GR10 and GR11 are spotless, but one of the big problems in the Spanish Pyrenees is the ease with which people can drive up mountains, make a horrendous mess, and then drive back down again.
The other day in Ripollès (most walks as yet undocumented) at around 2000m, I came across a refuge with a couple of 4x4s parked outside and a bunch of middle-class rebels with lots of pocket money playing didgeridoo and djembe inside. They’d lit a fire because Gaia had gone cold on them and, with the aid of large quantities of food, magic markers and other rubbish, were engaged in rendering the refuge unusable.
The environmental movement is still in its infancy here: talking to this lot, I got the impression that they thought that voting Green would lead to everyone in Barcelona being able buy landcruisers with which to drive up mountains.
These photos (many thanks Annabel!) are of refuges on the other side of the Ter valley which, once you get away from the morons who make this kind of mess, is actually extremely nice.
- People we meet: the ornithophile matricide
The long, narrow bar connects the folksy-chaotic gypsy street on one side of the block with the folksy-chaotic payo shopping street
- FollowTheBaldie.com review
I’m terrible at collecting testimonials, but here, with permission, is an extract from a thoughtful longer piece by a Chicago woman
- People we meet
The other day, on this walk, an elderly Englishman from G. Speaking with an Andalusian accent, he claimed to be one
The good, the bad, and the quite ridiculously ugly.
- Dilluns, 2 d’agost de 1920
He caminat vàries vegades per davant d’aquests monuments, però encara no tinc cap idea que són. El primer es troba darrere