Having spent the morning climbing a few routes in Foridada, we set off up the Ventamillo gorge in search of a swimming spot.
We managed to get pretty high in the mountains and rolled over a bridge to yet another perfect hammock pitch. Maybe the Pyrenees aren’t so bad after all.
The following day we were woken by the sound of chiming cow bells. After a refreshing swim the gorge took us to the ski town of Benasque, where we continued on our hunt for rock climbing and bread.
2 thoughts on “Under the Bridge Downtown”
Glad to see weather has improved, pyrenees have grown on you but not in height. I always considered cow bells melodious and coped with the sound of Irish cows liking my German tent..
I agree with Christine about the cowbells – what better sound to be woken by?