Ctra. General De Soldeu, S N

Today was my last full day in Andorra. There wasn't a huge amount to do. It wasn't snowing, but the wind was so fierce that it seemed like a sand storm made out of snow. I had a great time watching a group of cows grazing in snow up to their stomachs. Other than that I had a walk around town and spent about an hour at a ...

... only thing in sight, a bus in a gravel lot. It then struck me why there were only 2 buses that left from the &#8220;station&#8221; per day, there are only 2 trains per day. So, half relieved and half amused, I loaded my things onto the bus, paid the short stout Spaniard my fare and saddled up for the ride to Canillo.<br><br> At first I could only laugh to myself as I got on the bus watching the tiny but wide driver bounce back and forth to blaring salsa ...

... village et quand on est arrivé, il avait le marché du matin. On a acheter du vin à environ 1 euro le litre (vin de pays) et du bon fromage bleu pour le déjeuner.<br><br>On avait pas le droit de prendre des photos dans la grotte pour pas faire de la pollution lumineuse (il y avait déja des ptites pousses de plante pres des lanternes...ils veulent pas en rajouté non plus). Aussi il faut pas déranger les chauve souris...pauve cocottes...<br>

... What it does mean, we're not quite sure of yet. Still dealing with the shock and going over a few different options. All while kicking myself for not realizing this sooner. Only one thing is for certain - I'm not going to let this spoil our trip, and we're going to have to get cycling! (o.k., two things). <br>

... but there are not enough condos for sale. So Brian has the wonderful undertaking of creating a house for a pig. His building materials are lumber and metal sheeting. And this isn&#8217;t just any house - it&#8217;s a DUPLEX!<br><br>The Pukin<br><br>While harvesting the garden before the first frost, I came upon the strangest looking vegetable/fruit I&#8217;ve ever seen. It was on the small pumpkin vine, but didn&#8217;t look like a pumpkin at ...

... on toast it resembled scrambled eggs in both texture and taste. Won&#8217;t become my favourite dish, but it was interesting to try out. I can certainly appreciate the effort to use every part of an animal in respect for it giving it&#8217;s life, but I did feel a little like Hannibal Lectre. There&#8217;s just something in knowing you&#8217;re eating brain that doesn&#8217;t appeal over all the other organs on an animal.

... and hand hold. Until you get to the point where you can&#8217;t seem to make a move at all. Limbs getting sore and there&#8217;s no place to set your foot, and no where to grab hold with your hand. Every muscle in your body tense trying to keep you in the place where you re. Mind solely focused on the task at hand. Moving slightly, feeling around, using divets in the rock that are barely visible to support your weight. Ever upward straining ...

... and roads scattered everywhere - if you can find them. Driving is a very different than walking. In great contrast to the towns below, the wind howled and ice formed on the road. On foot the walk was extremely harsh and I could see why there were shephards and hikers huts dotted all around for shelter. You can see why farmers train their animals instead of caring for them themselves ...

... returned to year after year to seek shelter from the harsh weather outside. When inside the cave, they would dwell fairly close to the entrance to take advantage of the natural light, but these paintings are deep in the cavern - some almost 3 km in!<br><br>So why did these people venture all that way with only little lamps and torches to paint pictures? Who knows! Walls lined with images of bison, ibex and horses (which are found in caves all ...

... un sonat (en paraules seves). Alguna mena de complexe, o la pròpia solitud d'aquest pais tancat a les muntanyes, fa que es reivindiqui com a ciutadà global. Diu que aquest és un pais de serveis, que per l'increment de la poblacio amb estudis ha de crear ocupacions ficticies; situacio no gens excepcional en el mon occidental, despres del desplassament ( a aprtir d'aqui s'aboleix la c trencada) de la industria productiva cap a les regions de l'homo Sacer.