Day 8
The penultimate day of our grand adventure.
Well ok, we had booked to spend this time in deepest Africa, but needs must and thrombosis screws up the best laid plans. Despite my covid born handicap, we had seen wolves! Maybe not the painted wolves of Africa, but there is no way they could or should be confined to a fenced off area of forest. They live in the savannah, each pack covering a huge...OK Hyde, stop daydreaming. We have booked to go next year and I need to be healthy to do so. Today would be a test of that health. Would I pass muster?
Spoiler alert: No.
It was time to leave the wolves den.
We headed north, down from the highest heights, descending into civilisation.
Civilisation around here is hot. We were used to the lower temperatures of Andorra. We were back in the thirties again. And full sun.
We arrived in Foix, a large town in the foothills of the Pyrenees. A large town with a large castle, conveniently placed high up over the old town. Very high up.
But first, feeding time in the town square.
As we wandered through the town's narrow streets, the temperature rose.
We were no longer under the protective influence of the pyrenean mountains. The nearly 10℃ difference was killing me.
As we climbed further up towards the top of the lofty castle, I realised that I was not going to make it.
A painful thought to realise your mortality this way. The others went on ahead to the top of the tower. Climbing towards the sun.
I found shade while awaiting their return.
After a brief period of recovery, we drove around aimlessly to find a spot for the night.
We stopped in a small village where the locals immediately rushed towards us and forced us to take some fresh fruit. That'll sort out those outsiders!
The evening was spent entertaining the kids.
Although I do sometimes have trouble holding their interest.
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You will, I'm sure, be devastated to hear that tomorrow will be the last day of this adventure. 😥
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