Waking this morning in the bottom bed of Fredric’s camper van, I had slept really well for the first time in about a week as the temperature here in Teverga, Spain was about ten to twelve degrees lower than that of Barcelona and Madrid. It is cool and the freshness in the air is something I love. Fred and his friend Helena shared the top bunk in the van. Yep there were three of us sharing this Furgo camper van for a couple of days and we were having a blast.
Helena is this hyper high-energy free spirited Spanish girl from Madrid and Fred is a very quiet unassuming man who is quietly spoken, controlled and diligent. They are a great couple of people to be spending time with climbing and great teachers of Spanish to this Australian tourist. I have learned more in three days then the entire time I was reading my book and using Duolingo. Although I must say the app has been a great source of understanding the basics.
So later in the morning after breakfast I did a bit of a workout with my theraband. Shoulders, upper back, arms and so on. I have been doing this irregularly but am now trying to be a bit more consistent with it as it helps my shoulder strength and to maintain my overall fitness a little better. We just hung about in the camping area today talking and laughing. Later in the morning went for a walk around the village for an hour or so and then came back for lunch.
After lunch we headed out to the Pared Negra sector to climb what Fred described as a difficult and technical 6a+ thats name is not known and the current guide book and a 6b+ called “Leyenda Negra”. The second route was easier than the first. Just as Fred went to do the second route rocks came crashing down from above, causing us to run for cover in the small cave near the base of the route. Goats up on the top about 130 metres above us had decided to start running around on the scree slope and plunging rocks into the valley below. It scared the shit out of everyone.
After recovering from the scare we adjourned to a sector closer to the camping are called Entrecampos and Fred and I got on a steep 7c called “Spaghetti”. I tied in first and climbed my way through the first 7 draws and fell off, I came down as I was wrecked. my body ached from the two days of climbing. Fred did far better than I and is a pleasure to watch climb. He cruised through the first half of the route and then the fight began. Fred did well to the second last move and still by the end of the day the send escaped him.
We decided to head back to the van and I was thinking it was about 5:30pm………was I wrong! It was 9:30pm and the sun was still in the sky. This beautiful and awe-inspiring place is just stunning. The village is quaint and the buildings are strangely modern for such an isolated place. I am not sure how many days we will spend here, but tomorrow we are leaving Helena in the town Oviedo in the north as she is embarking on “El Camino de Santiago” (The trail to Santiago) for thirteen days and she is sooooo excited.
Time to eat and have a glass of vino tinto Sangre de Toro with my house mates…….hasta mañana amigos 🙂