ha.. yes, I had gathered that "refugios" are often cow sheds or former cowsheds, no longer even good enough for cows. I have vague memories from about 10 yrs ago of walking down into a damp green glade where a French Monastery emerged through the glooming and the monks cooked me poulet au riz et herbes... somewhere near the med end of the GR11. I realize that I need to adjust my expectations a little.
(Obviously it couldn't have been the GR11 if it was a French Monastery, but I started in Spain so I am not quite sure where I was, which probably speaks volumes about my navigation skills - or my memory - or both).
Thanks for the link to Andy Howell's site, looks great and i shall have a good read. I didn't ask about the HRP because, as you guessed, it sounds scary - but I shall look. Just to give you a true picture of my feebleness when it comes to rocky steep bits, I walk around Goredale scar rather than up it!
I've always travelled by train and boat where possible, not so much for the greeness of it but for the fun. I like to feel the time zones slipping by as the track passes underneath me. Boats and trains are also great places to settle into a book. I got through the whole of Moby Dick on a stormy crossing to Bergen, with the North Sea crashing against the windows, the sky lit by oil rig flames and interspersed with ball room dancing on a wildly sloping ballroom floor. Beats planes for fun quite easily.
Edited: 22/03/2011 at 23:38