Travelling the world, one adventure at a time

I love to discover new places and countries, and add each section of my latest adventure to this site. One journey always leads to an idea for another, so the journey will keep unfolding…

I am back on the road again, this time travelling from The Netherlands to South Africa overland (and sea). On route, I’ll be trekking across the Spanish Pyrenees from the west to east coast of Spain. Then on to Tarifa before crossing to Morocco to begin my African Adventure.

This site will capture my experiences, learnings and reflections.

The last day of the trek!

I was excited to get going and headed off into the mountains on a steep ascent behind the town. I love this time in the morning when its clear and a cool temperature. I climbed up to the cairn on the coll and followed the ridge round.

The monastery at de Sant Pere de Rodes came quickly – huge building, built into the hillside. It was not a particularly attractive design because of its block like towers. The monastery dates back to the 800 – 900s, with a Benedictine monastery occupying the site in the 11 century as an important part of a pilgrimage route. The buildings were restored in 1935 and now form a major tourist attraction.

The descent to Eglesia de Sant Sebastia was steep and led to the small hamlet of La Selva de Mar. At El Port de la Selva, I dropped down to the port and sat at a café on the breach front

I took the wrong route from here to Cap de Creus ending up at Cadaques further down the coast instead. I couldn’t believe that I’d missed the last section to the most easterly point. Nevertheless, I decided to take a bus into the local park area and then walk from there to the light house at Cap de Creus. So…. I completed the GR11, walking through low shrub and up to the bar/restaurant on the end point. There were fantastic views overlooking the rocky coastline and the blue sea below.

I finished the day with a tea and cake watched over by an eager seagull. It felt fantastic to have finished, walked all these kms, expanding my awareness of what’s possible and what I was capable of.

I felt a wave of anti-climax wash over me as a waited at the bus station to take the transport back to Llanca. The west to east pilgrimage was complete. Now it was time to make a slow and intentional journey back to NL.


I woke to the sound of birds and murmurings of village tranquillity, coming through the open window. I wondered if breakfast was included – I packed and prepared to leave at 8:00 to find no breakfast and the lady of the house up to see me off and collect the keys.

The morning was fantastic. There was a clear route across the wine and olive fields to Rabos and then a road walk to Vilamaniscle. The decent led to a beautiful spot at Sant Silveste.

I continued on to Coll de les Portes, from where I got a clear view of the sea and the relative proximity of Llanca. The decent was quicker than yesterday and I reached the town at 14:00.

I walked around the old town square and chose to stay at a wonderful old family hostel, the Florida for 60 euros. It was more than worth it.

In the late afternoon, I walked to the port area and the beach. Here I waded into the Mediterranean sea and celebrated reaching it with a large chocolate ice-cream. There were a few holiday makers and retirees enjoying the late sunshine on the beach front. There was a lovely relaxed and peaceful atmosphere everywhere. The town had just been celebrating a festival; all along the streets were crocheted bollard covers, quilts attached to trees and floral arrangements in each of the churches. The town had a festive and creative feel, which was brilliant.

I stopped to get train information at the station – I’d be happy to stay another day here on my return from Cap de Creus.