We chose a very easy route to Monte Grande, the highest mountain in the area, and we have been flashed by the vast views over Liguria just to the Mediterranean. Pavlov disappeared for a moment and my heart stopped when I saw him playing with butterflies on a mountain top two kilometers away. Fortunately he came back immediately when I whistled.
One of those villages which was build in the Late Middle Ages in the Valle Argentina where the alleys are steep and close and live seams to have stopped all watches and calendars. We had many breakfasts in the central bar with sensational coffee and snacks.
Buying Olive Oil in Badalucco
We wanted to buy olive oil from the region and so we stopped at a sign on a private house. I knocked and heard a slightly shivering voice from the inside “Sto arrivando!”. After waiting for an unfamiliar long time, the door opened and a very old lady appeared in the frame. I asked if she would sell olive oil, she said yes and invited us in. The room was a mixture between restaurant and living room, a bar, sofas, family pictures and certificates on the wall, paired with heads of a wild boars. I made the mistake to ask her, if we could try the oil before buying, she nodded and went to the kitchen to cut some bread, which was visibly a hard task for her and took quite a while. While trying, she ordered us to take more from the oil, with such little amounts we wouldn’t have the real taste. After that, we would have bought everything for nearly every possible price just out of guilt. Thank god the oil was very good and just a slightly expensive :-).
What a day. A tiny drizzle and a beautiful atmosphere awaited us uphill. I was not in my best shape because of an infection and happy not to have to climb upwards. Pavlov liked the cows, the horses and running next to the river. We have been to a rustic restaurant with many many flies and he became a fly hunter for an hour. A wonderful day for all of us.
Our first hike in our holidays! And again we made the old flatlanders mistake to think of kilometers in the mountains nearly as kilometers on flat land. Our knees and calves reminded us for the next three days to never do it again, but we already forgot it 🙂
Stubnerkogel mountain top is easily accessible by two (expensive) ensuite cable cars and you have the best views from around there. On bright days you can even see famous Großglockner. There is even a suspension bridge but there is no sense for the bridge, it is just to lure tourists like us over there.
If you have seen it all, you can now turn around and drive back to the valley, you can walk downhill to Stubneralm and have a “Brotzeit” and then take the first cable car or you can walk further downhill to Bad Gastein all the way, like we did (no!). It was good anyway, but only do it if you are already well trained.
Pico, the island, has the same name as its mountain. With 2531m, Pico Mountain is the highest mountain in Portugal and one of the biggest European volcanoes. The last eruption has been in 1720. One of the former eruptions created another tiny mountain inside of the caldera (I’m quite sure that geologists would chose different words for this outcome :-), which gives Pico its characteristic appearance. It looks like the mountain would wear a too small party hat. Despite this funny exterior, Pico has a diginfied and wise aura.
So much to see and to explore in one hike! We started in beautiful Jetrichovice and were soon completely immersed again in this awesome Bohemian landscape. And there was not only one interesting site to visit but many on this great, very recommendable trail.