After being dropped off by Gavarnie's Tourism office, I commenced the chilly trek south. Nobody was around for the fist ten minutes, til a young hiker strode up beside me. He resisted every effort that I made to be friendly, ignoring all my nods, waves and 'Ca va?' (howzit going). His being so very anti-social was tres etrange. Another strange aspect then was realizing that the top of Gavarnie plus its pair of neighboring 'sandwich' cirques are actually in Spain: the border crests all three.