There’s such a chilled vibe around here, that there’s never the feeling that we should rush out to climb. We get woken by the sunlight pouring through the balcony doors and start our day with a hot drink, then some al fresco breakfasting. It was so glorious today, that we went straight to the beach and read in the delightful morning sunshine. There was no one about again and it felt like we were the only people here. The intention had been to swim, but the wind picked up and put us off a bit. Instead we returned back to the pad for a toast session.
We made it out to go climbing eventually. On the long and winding road up the valley there are loads of little shrines at intervals along the way. They seem to have different things in them and in the evening a candle is often lit. I’ve never seen such homage to tomato ketchup and mayonnaise though.
The crag we climbed at was called Cuckoo Grande and has some great little routes on it.
On the way home we picked up a few supplies in town before heading home to the fireside.
Cuckoo Grande:
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