It was a tough day, starting at 7 am and arriving at 3 pm. The trail mostly went uphill, rising significantly by 1200 m over 20 km. Despite the challenge, the scenery was breathtakingly beautiful. The worst part of the day was probably the descent to Roncesvalles after reaching the top. It was steep and hard on the knees and hips.
In Roncesvalles, I met Livio, the Italian man, and his son. We stayed in a dormitory that had about 100 beds, which resembled an old church hall. It’s a pity I didn’t take any pictures because it was such a funny place. There were about a hundred people sleeping in the same room, some of them snoring and talking in their sleep. Unfortunately, there was a thunderstorm during the night and it started to rain inside the dormitory.
Before I began my walk, I had developed a blister, but it hasn’t caused any significant problems so far.
The Pyrénées. Looking back. Still early in the morning, but it’s already warm.
Going up, and up. Never ending.
It looks like if I had reached the top…
But no… The pass is about 1400 m over the sea.
And now down to Roncevallles. I didn’t took the shortest way, it was too abrupt.
Very quite in Roncevalles. I signed upp for the night. There is a church on the right.
I ate at the restaurant at the right. I was sleeping in a house somewhere on the left.