Day Six: Bilbao to Portegaleta

I did not want to walk this morning but after a great firat breakfast James and Andrew convinced me that the camino didnt count if we didnt walk the whole way. Many people that we knew were taking the train or bus to the beach for a rest day but we trudged on. This was probably the least beautiful walking day. We were out of the hill side and now walked along the river in urban areas. BUT we still carried on, Andrew and James are great people and we talked and joked about the night before and our lives back home. I was happy in the end that I walked with them. We finally arrived in Portegelata after 2 breakfasts and lunch. The hostel was something out a news broadcast for hurricane victims. A row of bunk beds on either side of a long corridor out the side of a gymnasium. There were only a couple places to put your things and the washrooms were only old change rooms. We laughed a lot about this. As pilgrims we were becoming more accomadated to these municple albergues (public hostels). They are for pilgrims and by donation only, however they also have a curfew and a strict check out time usually out by 7 or 8. Three other guys in the hostel joined us for drinks and dinner (samuel, from italy, timothy, from Spokane, and Oscar 3 (from norway i think). The converstaing were interesting to say the least but we had a good time and James, Andrew and I decided to carry on together the next day.En savoir plus