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March 29, 2008

Montanejos

I am just back from 10 days of Spanish sports climbing. Great trip - good company, good food & good climbs - what more could a girl ask for :)

Myself, Eoin, Andy and Claire headed to Valencia to make the most of the Paddy / Easter break - 3 days holidays for 10 days climbing. Paul & Beth came out to join us mid way. Kev Moroney joined us from Toulouse and we met up with Pierre and Katya for a couple of days. As the time got closer to the trip - we turned in typical cheapo climbers. With a lot of googling, I managed to find the cheapest car rental - rental from the Denia butterfly company. On arriving in the airport, we headed off in search of the rental agency - none to be found. Back the the info sheet and we realised that it came with directions. Top story of the car park - look for parking spot 496 - there you should find a portable office. Low and behold - they were right - a caravan... deguised as an office. We picked up our little Seat Leon and headed on our merry way - naturally getting lost and circling the airport two or three times, not to mention circling other roundabout - finding ourselves on road parallel to those we actually wanted - but with no way of getting onto them.. Hmmm - yes I was driving and no I still don't know my left from my right.

Montanejos is a little village about 150 KM northwest (I think) of Valencia. The climbing is scattered around a couple of little gorges, most of which is within walking distance from the refugio where we stayed.

When we weren't climbing we were chilling,

getting wet,

playing,

eating good food,

and of course climbing :)

4 comments:

patrick said...

Stop it! you're making me jealous!

Neal said...

cool! - looks like you'd fun anyway. Did the rain affect climbing much?
Anyone playing on anything hard or was it just a fun trip?

Carole McGloughlin said...

rain was fine - rained two days both happened to be rest days, coincidentally. everyone was climbing well - but nothing ridiculously hard - more onsighting than redpointing really. For me it was a reminder of what lovely rock was like again, had been 10 months really (last may) since I had climbed.. not really including the few scary days in NZ.

Neal said...

cool! sounds great :)