Some snaps for you to shimmy through, from Pamplona to Los Arcos. Today is Day Six. We've been walking about eight to eleven hours a day. Yesterday we were passed by an 80 year old Australian with a heart condition who carrying a 25lb pack ( in comparison my pack weighs seven llbs). He is carrying three months of heart medication.
Of course what keeps you going is the 10th century Iglesia along the way. I wont waste my clicks on anything newer than middle ages these days. Our whippersnapper 1945 house in oakland is going to have to work blimin hard to get my attention when we get back....
About 30mins after this i had a very unspiritual meltdown rant on the side of a rocky mountain. Downhill is the hardest.Over bridges is perfect.
Pamplona was the most wonderful walled town. I'd always envisaged it as party town for combi van-touring turps-sinking kiwis in tracky pants . Realised that was probably 1988. We kiwis are so much more sophisticated now ...but didnt stop me slurping from the wine ( yes! Wine! ) fountain today. It's blessed people!
A breakfast i'll never forget was in the dreamlike gardens outside Pamplona. The cafe in amongst the willowy lime green trees and the knobbly ones was like stepping into a noir film.
Hope there are some comforting moments under blankets with friends and maybe a very blessed wine fountain in your weekend?