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... successful. Finally we were nearing Pamlona, We reached a town that is a suburb to Pamplona and got a stamp at the parochial albergue there, apparently a well known stamp spot. (juan knew this). In Trinidad de Arre we found a bar and had a few martinis on the main street. Martinis aren't the same as in the states. Martini here means a pre-produced beverage consisting of god knows what. Very sweet, very delicious. Marcus caught up with us at that ...
... dry.I guess the rain just made the walk a little more difficult.
I got into Pamplona about 1.30pm and as I said I planned to have a rest day the following day and I booked into a small hostal/hotel. Let me say that I have never appreciated a small hotel room as much as this one. I was bordering on exhaustion again and then I saw the clean, warm room with a double bed to myself, well it could have been the Hilton. Even if it had ...
... on the gravely path approaching the city and chanting voicelessly St. Julian of Norwich's "All shall be well. All shall be well. And all manner of things shall be well." Which to me in this moment only seems to reinforce the fact that, all is most certainly not well now.
And I broke, again and again.So aware of all the absences- my parents, my siblings, Daniel, my friends, my country, of any ...
... that the second barrier, top row is the only place to see the run, little did we realise the place is crowded with people who haven't gone home. I'm not Sherlock Holmes but the **** stained pants, Mcdonald's devouring, diagonally walking locals lead me to deduce they haven't slept. We've been outfoxed by people in a barely human state.
Next best thing (bar paying 100 euros to hire a balcony) is the floor below these peoples dangling legs, the shots go off, ...
... it was a perfect way to spend the night.
We eventually left the beach concert and walked far down the coastline away from the old city. At some point we came across some steps with a locked gate at the top. Mike ran up so I followed,
"Want to jump over it?"
"What's up there?"
"I don't know, probably a pretty view. If it's locked that means it's good, right?"
Couldn't argue with that logic.
We climbed over ...