I thought that I’d updated my return journey above but as one that tries to respond to requests.
The journey home.
I gave up walking the trail and turned around to head home.
I walked back to the Refugio de Pineta to see if anyone was heading in to Bielsa…I quickly determined that that was a no so carried on walking, sticking my thumb out hopefully at each passing vehicle.
A few km down the road, after cake and cold drinks at a campsite, a car pulled up. A nice shiny BMW with a French couple on their way home. They’d enjoyed a couple of nights at the Parador back up the road.
They dropped me in Bielsa and I immediately walked along to the main road, next stop Ainsa. I’d found a ride share on BlaBlaCar for 3pm that could take me to Zaragoza for €20.
Main road, thumb back out and the fifth vehicle to pass pulled up. French again, on being asked where I was going I said Ainsa. They’d never heard of it and I said that Zaragoza was my target.
Their reply was the best. “We’re going to be passing through Zaragoza on our way to Madrid, get in”. So the two French English teachers, I know, how lucky, took me to Zaragoza. They even dropped me at the station!!
At 13.50 I walked in to the building, found a bench to sit on, opened the Trainline App and booked my ticket to London.
14.50 Zaragoza to Narbonne on the TGV.
Arrive at 18.45
20.35 Narbonne to Paris Austerlitz. Arrive at 06.40 the next day. The couchette wasn’t the best but I think that all six of us in the compartment managed to sleep some. The window being open helped I’d say.
Paris Austerlitz to Paris Gare du Nord on the Metro. I got slightly confused and struggled to find a staff member. I managed to keep my ‘tiredness’ at bay.
08.40 Paris to London St Pancras arriving at 10am.
The train was about 12 minutes late which helped for the 10.20 train that I could get to Whitstable. Luckily this was delayed due to earlier signalling issues so there was time to purchase a cold drink and some chocolate raisins. Nice.
By midday I’d arrived back in sunny sunny Whitstable, the other half was there to pick me up and I was soon indoors, in the shower de munting and putting on fresh clothes.
A cup of tea…nice.
I then booked an appointment with Frank, my favourite barber to tidy up the Barnet and get ride of the multi chin hiding device. The beard.
I also called the dentist as I’d broken a tooth, a molar, on an olive stone and it wasn’t very comfortable.
It all seems a while ago now, I am missing the hike. But I’m glad to have stopped because my leg is still not right and wouldn’t have repaired if I’d pushed on.
I’m also minus one tooth, the first I’ve lost, as it was to badly cracked to be repaired.
As to the GR11….next year. Maybe?
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