As
Josep asks for it every now and then,
and we really enjoyed this trip, it's time to write about the four days we
spent cycling from Ripoll to Girona, through the
Ruta del Carrilet,
a Catalan
via verda similar to the one
we completed
a year ago.
I spent this year's 9 d'Octubre cycling trip with totally different trip
mates, not related to my triathlon team. The extensive group was formed by
Sabri, Mar, B rbara, Carles, Desi, Adela, N ria, Amador and myself. We
started our journey by car from Val ncia to Mollet de Mar, where we parked
the cars and take a regional train to Ripoll with our bikes, where the
real journey would start.
Arrival at Ripoll
When we got to Ripoll, it was quite late and dark, but we managed to find
the start of the Ruta del Ferro rail trail which would take us to Sant
Joan de les Abadesses. It was quite cold, but especially really humid, so
we had to think twice before settling on a place to camp and setup our tents.
We had to take special care of covering the bicycles as the air was really wet,
and anything we left uncovered would appear soaking next morning. In part, my
shoes suffered from this.
Early next morning we had breakfast on the wet grass and then started our
way to Sant Joan through a deliciously well equipped and maintained cycling
track, which unfortunately only lasts for 12 kilometres through a splendind
landscape. After having breakfast in the old railway station in Sant Joan, we
abandoned the Ruta del Ferro to take a road to Olot via Sant Pau de
Seguries, where we had to climb a small mountain and then descend through the
Vall de Bianya until we got to Olot.
Sant Joan de les Abadesses' railway station
Asking the locals for the start of the Ruta del Carrilet was
fun due to the strong oriental accent in the area and we sometimes wouldn't get
a word of what we were told. An old man recommended us finding a big park in
the outskirts of the town, where we prepared our entrepans for
lunch, and after a little rest, we started cycling up the Carrilet,
which would take us to Girona in two stages. This Catalan area is of volcanic
origin, and there are several natural parks dedicated to the phenomenon. There
are many mountains covered with forests and impossible peak shapes, which due
to the time of the year were starting to go from green to brown and yellow,
making fantastic colour schemes in the landscape.
Under a green ceiling in Olot
Just after the few first kilometres, the railroad track starts to descend
most of the way, which makes it easy for people who aren't too trained, and
easier to enjoy your way chatting with people while you cycle. As we consumed
the daylight, we came across a parish church party with lots of old and young
people from the nearby town of Sant Miquel de Pineda. Amador and I were lagging
behind a bit at that point, and when we got there, we found the rest of the
group were already off their bikes and either having a curious look over the
party, or directly following suit and dancing like the others. We had a peek
into the small church and also into a small graveyard in the back, where I was
surprised to find the enemies of my Catalan grandmother: Fam lia Matabosch ,
as one of the headstones revealed.
Partying at Sant Miquel de Pineda
As it was getting late, we eventually started off again, but luckily B rbara
spotted what seemed a good sleeping place for that night. To the right of the
trail there was a hermitage (devoted to Santa Cec lia) up on the hill which,
for bonus points, had a porch with a recently renewed roof which would help
cover ourselves from humidity and rain, as we found soon after starting
cooking dinner.
While the cooks prepared our soup, some others went down to the
Carrilet in order to find out if the next town was close so we could
get some driking water for the dinner. Luckily, Sant Feliu was close enough,
and we found a bar where we got some water... and two bottles of wine, which
made some people back at the hermitage very happy. We were quite tired though,
so we eventually went to sleep after reading some stories from a great tale
book, with the sound of rain hitting the grass outside the porch.
The rain was still with us when we started waking up, so we had breakfast
and packed our stuff very slowly, in an attempt to avoid getting wet. But
rain didn't stop, so we made a few hacks on our bicycle bagpacks to minimise
the amount of rain wetting them. When we were finally ready to set off and
had cycled around 3 kilometres under the light rain, it finally stopped
raining, making the rest of the journey very pleasant.
Sleeping under the porch of Santa Cec lia's hermitage
This part of the route is again quite beautiful, with impressive amounts
of green vegetation at both sides of the track. There's a lot of water
presence in the land, which makes the type of trees and bushes quite different
to the ones we are used to find in the Valencian Country.
After going by a few small towns, we arrived in the old railway station
of Amer, hometown of the Puigdemonts. Even if it was a bit early, we
decided to have lunch there, so a few of us went down to the centre of the
town to buy bread and some other details to eat. Being in my friend Josep's
town for the first time, I wanted to visit his
family's bakery, but unfortunately it
is closed on Mondays. We had lunch back at the cute station, and eventually
kept going on our way to Girona. Outside Amer, the Carrilet was
temporarily cut by the road, and there were two possible alternatives: using
the road, with heavy lorry traffic, or diverting through a very steep track
with very hard slopes. Most of the group preferred the road, but Mar, Amador
and I went up that track, which was hard to climb and really fun to descend.
Apparently, Amer locals call those 1.5 kilometres the Tourmalet . It's
probably not so bad, though. :)
Amer's railway station
Unfortunately, the Ruta del Carrilet starts getting uglier after
Amer, and as you approach the more industrialised towns near the capital
Girona. The area around Angl s wasn't that fun, with the track continuously
being invaded by cars and other vehicles. Soon after we were in the
farmland area surrounding Girona and its Devesa.
Jonathan was waiting for us in the city, after his two month stay in
Scotland, and we were all happy to meet him. We discarded continuing our
way to the coast, which was the initial plan, and instead dropped our stuff
in the house of one of Adela's friends, and went out to have dinner to a
Wok restaurant, where the poor people running it suffered our
childish behaviour involving the rotating central dish on our table and
custard sucking contests.
Jonathan guided us through the Cathedal and city wall areas of the town
centre, which are impressive, and we climbed all of the wall towers to have
great looks over the dark and quiet city. Eventually, we went to sleep, as
Adela had to leave early, and we had to pack to get our train back to
Barcelona.
Back in Mollet, we cooked our last camping-gaz lunch in the park right next
to the station, before noticing the place stinked of dog poo. After the careful
operation of filling the three cars with 9 bicycles, we were finally on our
way back to Val ncia, completing another great cycling journey. If you like
bicycle tourism and can travel to this area in Catalonia, I highly recommend
it, as there's many great places to visit, all of them accessible with
bikes.
Having lunch in Mollet
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So despite going back to see the cardiologist on Monday afternoon, concerned
about there possibly being still some sort of infection, and being told
there wasn't, on Thursday morning, the top part of the incision was looking
swollen.
It looked even more so by the evening when I got home from work, and Sarah
emailed a photo to the cardiologist, and he agreed it didn't look too crash
hot, so he phoned a prescription for another, longer course of antibiotics
through to the pharmacy, but too late to get filled last night.
By bedtime it was looking even more ready to blow, and sure enough, around
1am (it's always 1am) it erupted everywhere. Fortunately (for me), I missed
all the gory details, but I think there was a fair bit of fluid built up in
there.
So we went back to the clinic this morning, and they decided that they
needed to open up part of the incision to let it drain and heal properly.
They took another swab to run another culture, and then got a physician's
assistant to take to her with a scalpel. I've seen my poor wife go through
too many painful things in the last six months. Today's was no better. Most
of the problem was the local anaesthetic injections, but watching them open
up the incision again wasn't much fun either. No one should have to go
through as much shit in a short time as what Sarah has had to. It's just not
fair.
She now has a gaping hole in her chest with some gauze packed in it, which
has to be changed twice a day (by lucky old me). The idea is to let it heal
from the bottom up, rather than the top down, as it seems an abscess had
formed in the wound, and that was were all the trouble was. So by leaving it
all open, it can drain properly, and heal from the bottom up. $DEITY only
knows what sort of mess it's going to make of the incision area, but we can
deal with that later. They reckon it'll take another 4-6 weeks to heal.
I'm really hoping now that with it draining, and another course of
antibiotics, Sarah will be in much less pain.
I just did the evening gauze change. Fun. The opening in the incision is
longer than I remembered them making this morning. It's about an inch long,
and a centimetre deep, and there's a small hole in the bottom that
presumably leads to the "interior". It's not as bad looking as I thought it
might be. Packing the gauze in didn't seem to hurt Sarah too much, which is
just as well.
This really is the pits. I really hope this is the end of this, and the
infection goes away for good, and the incision heals quickly. In terms of
recovery, this is a pretty major setback in my opinion. From now on, we
won't be relying on the cardiologist for surgical opinions, we'll be
insisting a member of the surgical team checks Sarah out.
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