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.