June 11 – the day before starting
The trip to Saint-Jean Pied-de-Port was wonderful. I walked around in the village and felt free. Continue reading
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The trip to Saint-Jean Pied-de-Port was wonderful. I walked around in the village and felt free. Continue reading
A tough day. It went up, mostly. But so beautiful. I met Livio and his son in Roncesvalles. Continue reading
Walked from Navarrenx at 7. No cafes or bakers open. Cloudy, couldn’t see the Pyrenees today either. Caught up with Bertrand who had taken a shortcut. A company had arranged a rest place under cover. They had pâté for sale – and camera surveillance. Met Bertrand one last time at… Continue reading
What a day! Said goodbye to Julien, Gaël and Inès and left at 8. Left the path to Saint-Jean soon after. It went crazy right away. I realized I was going the wrong way so I took out my phone which helped me back on the right path. It started… Continue reading
Surprise: 34 km instead of 25. But I don’t get tired in the last walking hour like I did before. I walked slowly. Cloudy and a little chilly in the morning, Sunny and warm in the afternoon. Can’t pronounce or remember the names of the villages I walked through. Bought… Continue reading
Didn’t write anything in the diary today. Was too tired. Undramatic day. But there was a long way to go. It took until Handaye before I could buy some food or drink. In Irùn I couldn’t figure out how to get back to Biarritz or Bayonne by train, no one… Continue reading