With mountains like these.....

...thought Bucky and Buckita. Our first proper hike around the rim wall of the mountains with a most acceptable refreshment stop at the torrent for spare ribs and sliced tongue tapas and then again in delightfully sleepy Biniaraix for chocolate milk and fresh oranges. I don't remember hiking being like this in the wind and rain of the Scottish Highlands.

We got to meet another blipper and her lovely daughters in the Cafe Paris which clearly serves as a gang hut and meeting point for the blippers and their chums. It could be the first Blip Cafe.

Today, the man with no name replaced Owen after he purchased a blanket to wear with his cowboy hat.

I've not been pissed yet, must be this Spanish respect for alcohol rubbing off on me.