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Corse 2017/07/20 – day 5 : Up your Bavella

This morning was an early call. Not good if one has been partying all night till too late.
Unfortunately the “Mom” alarm was set to early, so bread could be collected early at the Magasin.
Fortunately the Magasin was open at 8 so after a round via the beach it was open.

The tiredness kicked in with Jr and slicing and preparing a bread took a long while.
Mom had already packed everything and then was waiting for Jr who decided that that was just the right time to sit some more on the toilet. It is that the main cleaning hose was locked and sealed …

We then took the road up to Quenza, the Aguilles de Bavilla. Having seen it from the sea 2 years ago made me want to go up, just to see how close one could get. The parking lot at the Notre-Dame-des-Neiges, the Col de Bavella should be just the right start, but one had to be there early as it is crowded.

The drive was a short but steady one, fortunately not many cars at 9:30 in the morning. We arrived exactly at the parking lot at 10 , there were still places free (!!!) and then started our walk uphill.

While planning and preparing trips it is very nice that google maps says it’s only 3km, but … It doesn’t mention the steep hill (yet) that one has got to climb to get there. The closest refuge was a neat 5 hours away and that is for trained people (I guess).

So we went for the first “Bocca” and that was already quite tiresome. First the road was nice and steady, through a not-so-dense forest. There were signs of animals around (dump) but none to be seen, THere were quite some people hiking in rather variated clothing and shoes.

From the forest we went on the south side of a hill, nicely paved in red rocks and a sandy track in between. It was not that crowded, which was good. And most people were going up anyway, except for the die-hards that came down from the GR20.

The road started to become more steep and with a turn to the right it starte to climb uphill between two pointy rocks. There it became really steep, over 50% and it was basically just stairs of loose rock that had to be climbed. The views were however stunning, and the sun wasn’t that burning hot yet.

We reached the “top” of this first hill after around one hour. It is called Bocca di u Truvone, and is located at 1334m above sealevel.

On one side it was really nice and warm and calm, on the other side it was quite fresh and windy. So we decideed to have our lunch/snack at the warm side and watched the ants grabbing our saucage (saucisson sec) and walk away with it.

We decided to walk back, as it wasn’t clear where the road would take us, and we’d taken already so long to get there, keeping in mind we had to take the same way back. And as climbing is easier than descending .. While going downhill we saw people climbing uphill with sandals and boat shoes, and we wondered if and how they were going to continue their climb.
We both made some nasty slips as the sand over the rocks was like gravel.

Also a bit because we got distracted by the view and the amount of big lizzards around us.

Just before we were back at the parking lot we saw a stripe of white crystal popping out of the red rocks, it was remarkable as we only could see it clearly from above, not while climbing up.

From there onwards it was only a few more minutes through the forest to get back to the parking lot. But mom had something different in mind. Having had a few slides and a few wrong steps downhill I needed some straight road to relax the muscles again. So we ate an icecream (leaving Jr completely “confused”; to get an icecream one had to get it from the fridge and bring it to the counter before one could pay for it.)
And then, completely by surprise, we went to the Trou de la Bombe (bomb hole).
The road towards it was a flat and wide one, and lots of families with kids were coming back from the other direction. We had to walk quite a bit and then the road went into the forest, which was completely green and had the ground covered with ferns. The wind blew through the pine forest and it gave this soft whistle, as if one was completely alone.
Then the next bunch of screaming kids and parents trying to guide them came