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Day 6 - Puente de la Reina to Los Arcos
... bad state after the walk as he arrived at 4pm with a few hours of sun), having to sleep on the floor next to the washing machines. I also detected a young australian girl with one arm struggling to get on to the top bunk bed.
f - During the first two days it all seemed to be a mix of nationalities, exchanging ideas and hoping for a new world order. Now groups clearly have "nationalised": French, Spanish, Germans, Italians, Irish, Americans, Brasilians, and, small bunches of ...
Walking Day 3 Getting to Pamplona
... swagger to the pilgrim limp!
This road eventually led to the outer walls of Old Pamplona. It's stunning and I walk through the gate (Portal de Francia) and into the old town. This is the Pamplona that I'd seen in pictures. Narrow cobblestone streets and lovely old buildings. It was around 6 1/2 hours after setting out and I had made it! Lesley had text me to say she was at the ...
Bergen en passen
... echte reden dat we niet verder dan St. Jean de Port zijn gefietst is dat direct na dat middeleeuwse stadje een pas ligt over de pyreëen, "Puerto de Ibañeta" op 1057 meter. Stijgingspercentage tot 9%, totale weglengte 27 km. Dat leek ons wat veel op één dag. Dus vroeg op de camping, stadje bekeken, pelgrimspaspoorten af laten stempelen bij het oficiele steunpunt, een eeuwenoude poort, waar vroeger de pelrims de stad ...
Crazy doesn´t even explain it....
... With about 5 minutes to go before they released the bulls I got into position. Remembering what our bus instructor said if you fall stay down and the bulls should jump over you (yeah right) and also to stay extra alert as today is typically the most dangerous day to run as the locals bring in some of the most fiercest bull breeds! Man now I had to pee, no time though as I hear a rocket go off. Everyone started scrambling like mad....what ...
The Walking Stick
... Cristobal." - I said as he turned around to see what I was now holding in my hands - "It was just here leaning against the wall.".
"Take it." - he replied courtly giving me the permission I was searching for.
Suddenly, on the second day of this pilgrimage, I was the new and proud owner of yet another walking stick. This was definitely not a souvenir as my previous one had been. Instead it had come from a branch small enough so that it was still completely covered in ...