Sunday, August 18

Le Tour du Carlit - Day 1 & 2

Le Tour du Carlit is a multi-day walk in the French Pyrenees (Cerdagne). It's described in the 'Topo-guide de grande randonnée. Pyrénées Orientales.' It's located an hour drive from El Serrat, the village where we booked a stay to visit Andorra after our trekking. After visiting Bordeaux on Monday, we drove to Porte-de-Puymorens to spend the night at a camping. The tour starts in Porte-de-Puymorens, so the next morning we left our car outside the camping and started the trekking.

After ascending 667m through the forest and some open spaces we arrived at Col de l'Homme Mort (2290m). We couldn't really trust on the indicated hours in the Topo-Guide. Usually we would count 1,5 hour more then indicated to get to the next point, due to our backpacks and the hot weather. The view at Col de l'Homme Mort was stunning.

We descended again to 1580 m (a little bit before Bèna), where we pitched our tent near a tree and in the proximity of a flowing stream. It was quite hot that day, around 32°C and we refreshed ourselves in the stream and also rinsed our t-shirts and socks.

After a good night's rest we headed to Bèna and Dorres (1430m). We had lunch in Dorres, which was a nice alternative to the 'camping-gaz-meals' we had the other day.

Now we were recharged to ascend again to 1593m (Chapelle de Sant-Marti-d'Envella). A few hours later we camped at a flat area, again near a stream. Once in the tent, we wanted to stay awake to gaze at the stars at night. It was a clear sky and it got dark around 23 pm. So we tried to stay awake (which is quite hard when you've walked for 6-8 hours with a backpack weighing between 12-20 kilograms). The moment we checked the sky through our ventilation window for some stars and discussing we were about to go outside, we heared a grunting noise and screaming sounds from a beast that was being chased. 'Pumbaa' flashed through my mind and I was convinced it was something like a wild swine. I can not imagine what else it could have been. It really sounded like a wild pig and I knew they could be very dangerous. We turned the light off and tried to sleep. I wasn't much worrying about the pig after a while, I started puzzling over what was chasing it that would cause the pig to make such a panicky noise!

To be continued...

1 comment:

  1. […] We are a bit on a budget, since we’re constructing a house, but we thought that such a roadtrip, that allows us to see a lot more of Norway than when we’d see by overnight hikes, would be so much more rewarding. Besides, neither of us was trained in trekking like we were last year in the Pyrenees. […]


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