I’d ignored my thirst for perhaps two hours and finally stopped here to drink. I’d seen no evidence of cattle so didn’t bother using my Steripen, downing nearly four mugs of water from the fresh looking Rio Ara. I removed my hat, poured water down over my head, washed my face, arms, and legs. A few days previously I’d seen a good trick. A man filled his hat with water and returned it to his head. Not only sluicing his body but also making his hat a cooling garment for the next thirty minutes. Happy days.

 

Pyrenees Book: GR11 Views To Vignemale

Saturday December 21, 2013