It was whilst drinking some cheap Spanish wine in Brockley SE4, that I had the idea of christmas being spent in el Chorro, Spain – only I had no one to go with. I put the feelers out and the only person to show any interest was my flatmate Tug – his choices being Christmas with his mum (in Rossendale, which is near Scotland, apparently) or, coming to Spain for two weeks – which meant leaving London on the 22nd, coming home on the 5th January 2013.
We both had quite big nights on the 21st – both breaking for work and going out for drinks with myself ending up at a Northern Soul Party in East Dulwich which was one of the best nights i’ve had in a long while and with Tug drinking in London’s west end.
We were both heavily hung over as we headed out of London – the weather was horrific, 5live was saying that the whole of the SW of England was under water with no train travel between Taunton and Plymouth – we were on our way.
Long story short – the plane was delayed, the car hire place rammed and our forty minute drive to el Chorro was in fact two hours plus, having got completely lost in the national park.
Finally arriving at the Olive Branch Guest House, we had a couple of cold beers before crashing – our accom being single man tents for the duration of our stay.
Well, we’ve now had day one – we’ve been to the supermarket where we loaded up with 8 litres of Don Simon (cartoned red wine at 1e a litre) and fud. This afternoon was spent in an area called Valle de Abdalajis where we bagged a number of grade 3 & 4 climbs – the sky was blue, the sun shining – as we hiked up the hill the smell of fresh herbs hit us, eagles soared and we set about our climbs.
So then, day one – bagged:
Reunion Gay (4)
It was a great start to our trip and we ended up in a local bar drinking cold San Miguels eating great Tapas and now back at the hostel getting ready to put a dent in the Don Simon!