One memory from #GR221 that keeps returning. While climbing up a valley on a fine morning we met a local guy with a chainsaw pruning old olive trees. As we went higher and higher, we kept hearing the chainsaw. The sound was no longer a foreign mechanical noise, but something like a tibetan horn, filling the valley with a huge, endless reverb; an eternal Om of the creation.

#GR221 finished. It’s a beautiful trail, a whole lot of landscapes packed into just five days or so; heartily recommended. The peaks are not high, the highest peak on the trail is 1445 meters, but the prominence often made me feel like in higher Alps around 2000 meters. You get into towns once or twice a day, but the towns are beautiful too. My only regret is that you need to fly there.

#GR221 bonus takes: Dan, me and Rocky. Rocky isn’t ours, we just met him and he agreed to take a picture together.

#GR221, stage 9, our final 🥲, Cúber – Lluc

#GR221, stage 8-ish, Sóller – Cúber

#GR221, our last night out on the trail. Sleeping at the mouth of a cave, my favourite million-star hotel.

#GR221, stage 7, Deiá – Sóller

#GR221, stage 6, Valldemosa – Deià. How I miss my X100!