Crawling our way over the Pyrenees we climbed to 1700m before our slow decent in the country of Spain. The border was non existent but the Spanish had capitalised on cheap booze and fuel by offering the French a gaggle of slimy shops to choose from.
Out intention was not the shops, but rather the village of Torla tucked away down a Pyrenean valley.
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Tranquillity! |
Always a smile! |
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On our four hour trek up the mountain, we came across a dead cow with loads of Egyptian vultures snacking away. A few of the birds launched to the sky for a photo opportunity.
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| Egyptian Vulture | Egyptian Vulture |
