Perambulations around Espargal

AWW May 15th 2024

Gather 'round, folks, for a tale of adventure in the Algarvian hills, where the sun dances on olive groves and the trails wind like playful serpents. Our journey began not with a bang, but with a caffeine kick at a cozy café in Benafim. With steaming cups of coffee in hand, we plotted our path and organized a vehicular ballet to shuttle us to Espargal, where our escapade awaited.

But first, a pause for posterity! Alan, with his trusty remote shutter camera, orchestrated a group photo that captured the excitement brimming in our motley crew. Jan, Tony, Ken, Julie, Miriam, David, Ros, Alan, Martin, Peter, and, of course, our four-legged companion Bica, stood ready for the adventure ahead.

The ascent commenced, leading us up the sinewy paths of Espargal, a sleepy hamlet stirring to life with the echo of our footfalls. As we climbed, the summit and its trig point beckoned, promising panoramic views and a sense of triumph worth every uphill step.

But what goes up must come down, and so we descended, navigating narrow trails that seemed to twist and turn with mischievous intent. Our wayward wanderings even led us off-piste at times, brushing against prickly overgrowth in our quest for adventure.

Eventually, the Riberia de Algibre greeted us, its gentle riverbed a soothing balm after the rugged terrain. Crossing its dry bed became a game of hopscotch, a whimsical dance across stones and memories of rainier days.

Amidst this idyllic landscape, we encountered a merry band of gravel bikers, fellow adventurers sharing in the joy of exploration. With smiles and nods, we traded tales of trails and toasted to the beauty of the countryside.

Lunchtime found us nestled under the protective canopy of an ancient olive tree, or perched upon weathered dry walls shaded by carob trees. Sated and content, we prepared for the next leg of our journey.

The road to nowhere beckoned, a ribbon of hot asphalt unfurling beneath our weary feet. But fear not, for salvation came in the form of a side trail, leading us through fenced farmland and whispering lanes untouched by the bustle of modernity.

As we neared journey's end, a final ascent awaited, a testament to our endurance and camaraderie. With aching muscles and hearts full of memories, we reached our waiting chariots, ready to whisk us away to familiar comforts.

Back at our beloved café, libations flowed freely as we recounted our triumphs and tribulations. 

So here's to the hills of Algarve, where every step is a story waiting to be told, and every trail leads to new beginnings. Until next time, my friends, may your adventures be wild and your spirits untamed!

Martin

Total Distance: 16.5km

Elevation Gain: 400m