We parked at the back of the bullring at Vera as instructed. It looked showery and it was blustery, with a view over the Mediterranean.
We set off down the road with anticipation, looking forward to a
good Hash. We soon went off road, clambering along a steep embankment beside a dual carriageway.
Looking out for red paint splodges, marking the way, the path deteriorated, there was quite a lot of confusion. As we wandered round the less attractive areas, that Vera has to offer. With a mixture of smells and weaving through piles of rubbish, we hardly climbed every mountain, but we did ford the stream.
We arrived back at the start for the highlight!
The runners took ages to get back and sadly all the crisps had gone – shame.