Ezcaba Camping Pamplona

Un día cualquiera en la oficina. Suena mi móvil y recibo un mensaje que dice "La selección para la beca en China ha sido resulta. Has sido seleccionado final, enhorabuena! Consulta tu mail". La respiración se me corto y volví a leer el mensaje. Era una noticia que esperaba desde hacía mucho tiempo con la misma ilusión que esperas la nota de selectividad, o la contratación a un puesto de trabajo que quieres. Y la verdad que me sent ...

... cathedral of Barcelona en the Gothic neighborhood. It lived up to its name. The cathedral was ornate&#8211;golden sculptures, old paintings, and carvings decorated the walls. The ceiling must have been 40 or 50 feet high. The little chapels on the side were beautiful as well. We took an elevator up to the roof for an incredible view of the city. There should be some pictures of the view along with this entry.<br><br>On Wednesday, I had quite an adventure ...

... combo meal of my quarter pounder and handed they guy a 10, and as soon as they guy handed me my change back, he reached down and gave me my tray of food. I have no idea how that happened! I didn´t see him or anyone grab food from the back or anything. It just magically appeared on the tray. That or some kind of little gremlin or dwarf working below the counter put it there without me seeing. --And the burger was piping hot and delicious!<br><br ...

We'll remember this stage for the amount of mud we accumulated in our legs. It was an awkward day, at least this stage was pretty easy but the beginning (a huge climb with a lot of mud).<br><br>We founded the main refuge in Estella newly renovated, clean, with all the facilities... a nice place where we met people from Italy, Germany and New Zealand , we decided to cook together a huge tipical spanish omelet!!! We also took a walk around beatiful Estella despite of the pain in our legs!<br>

... br>Monte del Perdon is haundred times harder than O Cebreiro, after we reach the top of the Mount, we had to descent to Puente la Reina, we saw lots of people with injuries because of this descent.<br><br>Puente la Reina is beautiful village with lots of services and refuges.<br>

... jam and colacao). Peter and Oover meet up with us at breakfast, where we find that their room had been filled with fungi on the walls. We asked if Peter had filmed it on time lapse to show it growing. He wants to go back to try it. We walk alongside the road for 3km until Zuriain. It is a lovely day, with the sun shining and not a cloud in sight. We pass over a bridge with a sign stating absolutely no fishing and of course, right underneath us are 3 men ...

... and make a loop around the old part of town. Sebastián was a wealth of knowledge as he walked beside me and kept unearthing information while I worked the camera. Something that many people may not realise is that Pamplona is an ancient Roman city which was founded in 74 BC, but the remaining Roman ruins are bits of the wall. I briefly stopped in front of an old building and asked Sebastián how old it was and at the same time an old man ...

... my chance a staying in a bonefide 'Refuge'. Nevermind, I'm sure I could not handle the conversations that stay would have entailed. At first I had no plans to do the Camino. Then once I found myself on it I thought I'd give it a shot for a couple of days, then head south. Before this thought had left my head I found myself counting out the kilometres to the terminus in Santiago (go figure, the Camino de Santiago actually ends in Santiago! Hey, it surprised ME.) Take care, Robin

So finally got to Pamps without any vans breaking down. The camping ground is full of tour groups and ****** antipodeans and stayed that way for a whole week some guys I never saw sober, it was basically carnage. So many kiwis and aussies it was unbelievable!! Got to catch up with heaps of guys hadn't seen in ages....Hillsey, Spider, Piezy, Simon Wallace, Jody Irving, Querps and Annalise. So awesome to catch up with everyone. The first day ...

... into town and had a look around. After parking the van, we found a policeman and asked him if he knew where the tourist office was, he said no, so I asked "Habla Italiano, un poco" was his reply, so in my best Italian, I asked if he knew where the officio de tourismo. Now his answer was, aahhh, offithio de tourismo. Tourist office, officio de tourismo, offithio de tourismo. All sounds the same to me !!!!! Followed the route ...