We are over the top, and at the foot of O'Cebreiro again, but 30km into Galicia. While the others were having mad dentist dreams while napping in the Little Refugio of Horrors, Brian and Tom cycled up to check out the trail the guidebooks keep warning us about..Brian says.."Yes, it is muddy, yes there are rocks, but there is also a paved way, a narrow single track into the fog"...and so, after our coffee and bread breakfast, up we go. The single track is a bit longer, 9km instead of 7, and steep like the stairway to heaven..up,up,up. Dad disappears ahead, Tom passes me a little later, then Ann catches up. Brian goes the dirt path to make sure Tom didn't go that way, so Ann and I climb away, walking now. 0.2km, stop, breath, repeat. This goes on for three hours, through oak, gorse, heather, fog, rain, up. A mini Pyrenees...that climb went on for twice as long. Finally, we are there..not a lot to see, on the windy, misty crest; but a bit further is the actual town of O...
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