Hotel Du Parc
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... Spain. It takes about 34 days of walking for 7-8 hours to complete. You are issued a 'passport' to get stamped at each stopping point and the last stop is at the statue of Saint Jean in the chapel in Santiago.
After taking two trains and a bus, we arrived in Saint Jean just as the sun was setting. Matt had organized a hotel that was a short distance from the bus depot. We dropped off our backpacks ...
... and funky conditions. No surprise! They have warning systems in place today to keep pilgrims apprised of adverse weather conditions.
Departing Orison on day 2, I left Maria-Lynn and Jeaninne first thing in the morning as they were slow leaving the aubergue. I thought they would catch up but they also made quite a few stops going over the Pyrenees; as a result I ended up getting into Roncesvalles about 2 plus hours before Maria-Lynn and we ended ...
... begin with) as Maxime took me into his arms. It felt so good to be back with him, and he even had a surprise for me when we arrived back at the apartment; it was clean!!! He had actually done all the dishes and tidied up. It was an amazing welcome home. He then cooked me dinner while I showered and we enjoyed a few hours together, rather than going to bed right away. All in all, an amazing trip. I hope to see you again soon Norway!!! ...
... St Jean De Luz, about 16km away on the coast. It was an easy descent and the route diverted us off the highway and onto the coast road where we got ensconced in the traffic but finally came out on the waterfront and a formal finish line with banners and loudspeakers calling us in. Unexpectedly, this is where they presented us with our finisher medals and t-shirts. (You mean, I cycled all that way and all you give me is a measly t-shirt!?) Then we had to hang ...
... of an adventure about to begin, and the whole camino stretched out before us, we were ready to go and we walked up the main street with a light spring in our steps.
The spring soon faded, it wasn't long before my knee was hurting again. By the time I had gotten to the top of the first hill, a measly 300 or 400 metres down the road, my right knee hurt, my left ankle hurt, and my pack felt like my dad had secretly hidden some bricks in the bottom whilst I ...