The crossing over to Spain was made with a crazy swiss man who jumped like a kangaroo. Hehe. The downhill was very hard and hurt my knees and Bens bottom. He fell over twice in the mud!!! it was the best... but he was alright. The forrests were spooky and every now and then you would break out a have a wonderful view of the mountains. We were so energised by the bottom that we walked another 8km, then collapsed at a nice campsite by a river.
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