We breakfast early the next morning (I think...no clocks remember?) with scrambled eggs, fresh bread and leftovers. I decide tents are for wimps and rib Buffalo Joe mercilessly about sleeping in one after his living off the land episode the day before. To redeem his status as a woodsman he goes fishing but using scraps of raw meat as bait. Im not sure what size of fish hes expecting to catch, Im almost sure its not Marlin season but off he goes anyway with a determined look to make like a gnome and no doubt re-enforce his potential as a tribal leader when the global economy finally melts down. Nat and I just stare bewildered at him and his meaty bait (not that meaty bait pervert) and open some beer. We watch from some distance behind him and occasionally call out with extremely unhelpful and sarcastic advice. “maybe a little paprika mate!” “they probably want starters first mate!” “maybe a nice little marinade...”It takes him a good natured hour or so to admit defeat and we leave after a fishless but never the less very enjoyable spot of camping.
The wind is still blowing the wrong way though so we cant fly and Nat has to leave today so Joe takes her to find a hitch. She prefers hitching to catching the 20 euro bus to where she currently lives in Barcelona, I guess to feed her sense of adventure. We get a heads up on another place to explore and we invite an English speaking French couple we met at the campsite to come along. High up a mountain road on the other side of the Organya valley we stop by a small bridge as directed. Under the bridge a fairly steep but short climb down a limestone rock face peppered with holes of all sizes leads to a small pool formed by a natural spring. The crystalline water from this pool flows in a stream with a smooth limestone bed which has cut a fairly deep sided path way over head height in most places as it meanders its way along and down at a slow steady pace, forming more natural pools at regular intervals of assorted, but generally increasing sizes down the mountainside. These are sometimes inhabited by water snakes but the ones we saw soon scarpered when they hear us splashing along. Occasionally the bed of the stream drops away to reveal a waterfall which you can climb up or down around but have large pools at the bottom as so its much more fun to jump . This is the way Joe and I descend the waterfall we come across but it is a 5 meter jump into a pool with boulders at the bottom so its not everyones cup of tea. The sun is blazing as always in the Spanish summer and we spend the day here with sandwiches and beers. Hmm more beers...I feel a pattern is starting to develop. That evening Joe and I in magnanimous mood after the money we saved not paying for camping eat out in a local restaurant and crash with thoughts of tomorrows flights and his impending return to England.
The wind is still blowing the wrong way though so we cant fly and Nat has to leave today so Joe takes her to find a hitch. She prefers hitching to catching the 20 euro bus to where she currently lives in Barcelona, I guess to feed her sense of adventure. We get a heads up on another place to explore and we invite an English speaking French couple we met at the campsite to come along. High up a mountain road on the other side of the Organya valley we stop by a small bridge as directed. Under the bridge a fairly steep but short climb down a limestone rock face peppered with holes of all sizes leads to a small pool formed by a natural spring. The crystalline water from this pool flows in a stream with a smooth limestone bed which has cut a fairly deep sided path way over head height in most places as it meanders its way along and down at a slow steady pace, forming more natural pools at regular intervals of assorted, but generally increasing sizes down the mountainside. These are sometimes inhabited by water snakes but the ones we saw soon scarpered when they hear us splashing along. Occasionally the bed of the stream drops away to reveal a waterfall which you can climb up or down around but have large pools at the bottom as so its much more fun to jump . This is the way Joe and I descend the waterfall we come across but it is a 5 meter jump into a pool with boulders at the bottom so its not everyones cup of tea. The sun is blazing as always in the Spanish summer and we spend the day here with sandwiches and beers. Hmm more beers...I feel a pattern is starting to develop. That evening Joe and I in magnanimous mood after the money we saved not paying for camping eat out in a local restaurant and crash with thoughts of tomorrows flights and his impending return to England.
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