If I thought Day 1 was a scorcher, I had no idea what was coming up next.
I woke up at what I thought was an early time, packed my things and headed down the backside of the hill I slept on top of, listening to Coffee Break Spanish and becoming utterly lost by episode 5 as my mind drifted off, marvelling at the scenery. My walk took me through a lush forest, over a dam, and past an old church with a water tap. Then, the climbing began.
What felt like a ski hill would be my torment for the next hour as I slowly crawled up the side of a goat pasture, shaded by trees but still dripping with sweat. Geez, I was not ready for this. But of course, I persevered and wound my way through the hill tops and back down the far side to reach the town of Bera for lunch.
I cracked open my vegan meats and cheeses, which looked horrible with their greasy oils coming out, but I threw them in a fresh baguette and was happy for the calories and salts. I ate a grapefruit, washed my hands, and found a café to rest at. It was about 1pm and I knew it was the hottest time of the day, so I should sit and rest up, right? I had a coffee, a coca-cola, more croissants, and I charged my devices knowing that I would probably be sleeping outside again. When I finally left, I did not feel great and just the elevation change to reach the edge of town was enough for me to think twice about continuing that day.
