TripAdvisor Reviews Hotel Beti-Jai Sanguesa
Travel Blogs from Sanguesa
... eventually arrived in Puenta la Reina and found our Albergue which was over a bar and quite nice, clean and 12 to a dorm - luxury after the night before and we were sharing with David and Jennifer which was nice. Another high spot of the day was soon to happen as we managed to put a wash on!, The first machine wash so far. Little excites a group of middle aged women more than the satisfaction of getting a load done! We had some tapas and beer and ...
... lot. Pamplona is big and busy and filled with traffic. There is a huge university complex in the heart of the city. Plenty of hotels but nothing very appealing.
So we head out of the city as quickly as we can and back to a fast A21 motorway. After 50 miles or so we turn off into the small town of Sanguesa and check into the unmemorable Hotel Yamaguchi.
if the weather ...
Miles today: 14.8 Total miles: 57.1 Today we woke up AGAIN later than we had hoped. We had breakfast at some little cafe, croissants. At the cafe we saw the Irish guy and he offered to give me a massage because I was rubbing my own back unsuccessfully. The massage was amazing - maybe the best random massage I've ever had - and if you know me you know that I like random massages. Also non-random ones. Just really, all massages. While this massage took ...
... is the prayer.
Be for us,
the companion on our journey,
the guide at our crossroads,
our strength in fatigue,
our fortress in danger,
our place of rest on the way,
our shelter from the heat,
our light in the darkness,
our consolation in discouragement
and the perseverance of our intention.
So that we under your guidance, safely and unhrt, may reach the end of our journey, and ...
... on the edge of a little stone bridge by the path, and felt like I was in Robin Hood territory. I stretched back, and brushed my arm on some sort prickly thistle that stung like nobody's business, and the ****er gave me an itchy red rash on my arm for the next few hours. It certainly brought an abrupt end to my fairytale daydreaming. The path wound uphill past the ruins of Guendelain palace, and as the wind blew, the bright green wheat grass rustled and waved in gentle patterns, ...