Campamento Torres to Camping Seron - Day 2

Not much chance of a sunrise so we got a lie in till 6.30am. Pouring with rain all night so hardly any sleep with the raindrops hammering on the tent which we had to pack up drenched. Arrived back down the valley very tired and achey about noon, with the horrible realisation that we had another 4-5 hrs of walking to get to the first campsite on the circuit. We are much slower than the trekking times in the Lonely Planet guide - I think whoever timed those was some kind of mountain goat, and galloped the whole way round and I had a bit of a tired fuelled rant saying I would not have dreamt of doing it if I had known it was going to be 8 hrs of walking every day, blah blah blah.

When my legs and shoulders were really telling me not to go any further and I saw a sign saying 2 hrs to go (3 at our pace) I am ashamed to say I had a tear or 2. But then we heard the sound of an engine in the distance and this ancient rag top landrover came bouncing down the track and offered us a lift. Me and Mike just looked at each other and grinned. Hurrah!

The guy drove it like he was in a rally car hurtling over ruts, boulders and through rivers sometimes with sheer drops on the side- we were bouncing about in the back - no cushions on the seats as it was all stripped out and after 5 minutes of being terrified I realised he knew the track really well and that he was a very good driver and started to enjoy it.

The campsite was lovely and we got much needed hot showers and a beer but as a punishment for cheating in the landrover I realised this evening I left my trekking pole in the back of the landy and have no way of getting it back now till the end of the trek. It was a small thing but felt like such a loss at the time and I'm afraid that brought on a few more tears. Mr EG was really sweet and said he would make me another stick.

Only took a handful of pics today as was concentrating far too much on how much everything was hurting and this was the best of a bad bunch.