The sun is about to set in Albarracin and most climbers are leaving the forrest. Some however, are just about to put on their headlamps and enter the area in hopes of finding better conditions than thoose prevailing during the day.
I managed to time my arrival in Albarracin so that I turned up just before the Bullfight-weekend. Something that turned out to be a crazy experience, to say the least. The Spanish showed that they really know how to let loose, keeping the party going for five days straight - Marching, drumming, playing their horns, shooting fireworks and off course drinking loads of wine and beer.
Unfortunetly I only got to see a glimse of the acctual bullfight, beeing stood to far back in the crowd of spectators due to late arrival. A bit of a
bummer off course but maybe I get to see more next time...
It would'nt be easy to stay on a diet when hanging out with Neil. The other night he treated me to a "proper English breakfeast", wich is one the most amazing experiences I've had since I arrived here. Lucky though we had it for dinner and not for breakfast since I could barely get out of my chair, having finished the plate he'd placed in front of me.
I feel like it´s time to start mixing the pictures I took in Albarracin with some fresh ones from Font, where I have been hanging out for a couple of weeks. This first one shows William Jarting reaching for the second hold of Le Trou du Simon in Bas Cuvier.