Bloody cold and wet when we woke this morning, I didn’t prepare for this kind of cold so I wore what I could and we headed out at 7 am. The WAY was so muddy that we decided to find our way along the road using a map to get us back on trail after about an hour. It’s amazing what happens when you look like you know what your doing, all the Chinese hikers follow you. You speed up, they speed up, you stop for a coffee, they stop for a coffee. I didnt mind really, except for the bloody click clack of their walking sticks on the asphalt behind me.
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Bill and Kaz at the start of today  |
My legs still hurt from the climb yesterday, so I didn’t relish the hills each time we had to climb one.
The rain kept falling all day and it’s what we have to look forward to tomorrow apparently.
I eventually had to break out my gloves as my hands started hurting from the cold.
The paths were like little rivers on the downhill sections but these boots which I bought when on my cross Ireland Hike are the best, I never got wet feet all day, can’t say the same for my butt as the water was running down my pack and into my back pocket.
We are going into Ziburi today for our overnight, then on to Pamplona tomorrow.
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| If you can read the English, just know it was too chilly for me to drop my drawers and donate my underwater |
Yesterday I took this photo of one of many memorials to pilgrims who walked.from St Jean and only made it thus far before for some reason, life for them ended, there are many memorials to people who died on trail along the Way, but it serves as such a reminder that life for us all is sometimes very fleeting, and we should not take it for granted. Live out loud,. Taken
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