Puig Campana

Spent today with fellow teacher Pete Corey walking a group of 5th formers (year 11) up Puig Campana as an annual team building exercise. I'm afraid I never made it to the top because I was following up the rear and had to stay with a girl who was physically and emotionally drained from the experience. She threatened to die afetr 15 minutes but managed another 3 hours plodding on until I could frustratingly feel the air coming down off the top. Never mind, most of the others made it up and I now know the route. Great views. It's 30 meters higher than Ben Nevis.

Scree jumping was a little more rugged and injurous than on the volcanoes of Ecuador but it brought back a few memories. I was trying to catch up a group of rebels and could feel myself cramping up a little. I caught up and we rested and waited for the others. Half an hour later at the bottom though I had got everyone in the van and was about to sit down in the driver's seat when I felt every muscle in my thighs go into excrutiating spasms! Yus, the sweat poured off me as I limped frantically round the car park trying to keep my cramping muscles moving. I'm afraid the air was blue and I may now have to suffer a little chiding from my wards. I will never be able to reprimand a kid for swearing again. Still, a boy raced into town on his moped and came back with some salt and all was well within twenty minutes.

Here's a pic or two of the route....