Over the hills…

We retraced our steps, spent a night in Pamplona before driving back over the Pyrenees and finding a small hotel in the seaside town of Cap Breton.

Back in France again and we just had dinner beside the sea, and now I’m looking at a photo with the moutains in the background… and I’m thinking to myself some where over those hills are a few folks walking and I miss them an awful lot.

Stay safe pilgrims and say a prayer for me in Santiago.


There was this bottle…

log1Gerry joined me at the Hotel in Logrono.  He actually bumped into Maggie in reception first before joining me.  But there he was, in his camino gear with his camino rucksack and he was actually going to walk with me!  We headed off into town to see who was around and we found everyone under the shade of a huge chestnut tree enjoying a few beers.

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Gerry’s on the Camino

log15There is a theme emerging here, I think I’ve joined the party crowd on the camino!  We ate in the main square in Los Arcos and Tony kept us all laughing with his funny stories of his days in the Dutch army. I really like Tony and Lianne… they are just good eggs, if you know what I mean.  And Tony, he can tell a very very good story!  However, I left the dutch and irish contingent and decided on an early tonight, they were off in search of a late night beer and I was tired… bah humbug!

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Bed Boards

After my wonderful night in Pamplona I woke refreshed and we started walking out of town. It wasn’t long though before Maggie realised her blisters were really hurting. We stopped and talked about what she should do; we felt the best thing was for her to search for a bus and take it easy today and let her feet heal… having been there I know exactly what she’s going through! Continue reading