Miguels bar in Nigúelas
This week the walk was all in our valley, the Lecrin Valley. The route was from Albunúelas to Nigúelas and, as it is only 14 km, we could afford a late start and still make it to the bar in time for tapas.
A bus runs from Nigúelas to Albunúelas and I thought it would be a good idea to avail ourselves of this valuable service and support the local infrastructure. We arranged to meet at the bus stop 10 minutes early. We were not going to be caught out, watching the bus disappearing over the horizon. Well we waited as the advertised time came and went. The Albunúelians in the group maintained that they knew the driver, he was reliable, he lived in their village, a good trustworthy hombre. After waiting 30 minutes, we gave in, formulated a new plan and drove to Albunúelas.
We were ready for walking by 11, normally at this time we are on our second breakfast. With Rene leading we set off for the lower barrio in Albunuelas, I always get lost in the maze of streets down here, so it was good to follow someone who knew where she was going. The path wanders down a very fertile valley which is always teeming with produce and at this time of year it is the oranges that dominate the scene. Looking at the sour faces the orange scrumpers in the group were pulling they are not ready for picking yet!
We stopped for lunch just outside Restabal and had to listen to Kees go on and on about his Brownie points. Two had been officially awarded to him in the New Years Honours list. Mistakenly he believes he should have been awarded more. Kees, this is not the Eurovision song contest where mediocrity wins. These are Brownie points only awarded for the very best endeavours, think of all the poor sods who did not get any this year.
After lunch we headed off towards Melegis, where we were all looking forward to stopping off at Dave’s house for a cup of tea and a nice piece of fruit cake. Somehow he managed to steer us around the village without passing his house. It is acts like this that can count against you when the honours committee meet again at the end of the year.
In Murchas the route divides, the older route follows the river up to Nigúelas. The new route is a gruelling, ball breaking scramble up to the windmills. Everyone voted for the riverside option. We were soon in Nigúelas and there is only one bar to go to when to sun is shining, Migúels bar, on the carpark, for the best tapas around. There was a shortage of tables and chairs when we arrived. Mike soon resolved the problem by turfing a poor old guy out of his chair and nicking his table. The old guy moved off inside when Mike threatened to finish his drink off as well.
So good was the tapas we stayed for two, we look forward to next week’s walk, which by coincidence is also going to finish here.
All that was left to do was recover the cars and get people home, this was made complicated because all of the cars would have been here if we had managed to catch the bus.
An enjoyable day’s walk.
On the walk Kees, Mike, Rene, Ray, Mark, Dave, Julie, Martine, Jan, Little Stuart and Old Stuart.
Distance walked on the route today 13.8 km Total distance on route 108.6 km
Distance walked today 15.9 km Total distance walked 121 km
Height climbed today 523 metres Total height climbed 2798 metres
Distance driven today 32 km Total distance driven 464 km
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