Hotel Real de Barco Avila
Cr Soria - Plasencia N-110, Km 337, El Barco de Avila Avila, Castile-León, 05600 , Spain and Canary Islands
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Michelan Crew Trek
... I had some serious doubts that my running sneakers would be suitable for the journey. Although I did receive quite a few astonished faces from fellow hikers, I prevailed and conquered the steep hills of ice and snow with my mighty New Balances. And it turns out in the end, I was the only one who did not take a spill. T.O.M.A.
The Sierra de Gredos is such a vibrantly contrasting montage of mountainous peaks, deep valleys ...
Home from home
... time, meaning I had to upload rather quickly before falling into bed.
Breakfast was also on offer, but no charge was made for anything, just a donations box. It was memorable experience.
Today’s 28km were hard work but the scenery was still lovely. We passed the highest point between Seville and Astorga – about 1000 metres – where a tall wooden cross is now dwarfed by wind turbines. There are also ...
Home from home
... so the lady had to keep opening it and explaining. It was a great half hour.
After a further 8km we reached another village with a bar, by which time we were ready for a beer. Santi was just leaving, full of ham, egg and chips. He had expected to breakfast at the previous bar, after having spent the night miles from where he meant to and at great expense because the Albergue he expected just after Baños de Montemayor ...
Day 24 - Penacova - Avila
... yet as we really wanted to get to Avila in Spain today. It was about 400km but we decided to stick to the motorway the whole way. This meant the speed limit of 120kph applied in Portugal and dropped to 110kph once we crossed into Spain.
The only detour we took was when we decided to get off the motorway to find the old border crossing because up till now it has been a bit of a non-event crossing from one country to ...
Home from home
... just a nasty stretch beside the N636.
The French couple had a wobble at a roundabout, so somehow not just we but I ended up in front. Honour was at stake. I hate walking on main roads and wanted to be off it as quickly as possible, so I ground up a gear and got a move on. After what seemed like ages, there was an arrow off to the right pointing to what seemed like a good path. I turned off and everyone else followed. Gilles said he’d had trouble ...



