Our recently purchased bible, “Lleida Climbs,” next led us to the riverbanks of the Camarasa gorge. While the limestone cliffs soared above us, we struggled to get off the ground. It turned out half of Barcelona had the same book and our campsite was soon overrun – bit of a spoiler given we were hoping to enjoy their company in about a week.
It was in Camarasa that we invented our own version of the triathlon: climb, swim and cycle, with a pint of milk for the winner. However, neither of us ever won these races due to the tandem.