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  • Day25

    Regen, boekjes, knijpersss

    August 1, 2020 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 16 °C

    Jup, juist van dit stukje heb ik even geen route op de Garmin. Maar nadat ik net in een Spaans supermarktje boodschappen had gedaan, vond ik wasknijpers bij het uitverkooprek! Het ziet er niet heel charmant uit, maar m'n boekje blijft droog én leesbaar. Ohja, de knijpers hebben ook nog eens mooie kleurtjes ;)Read more

  • Day25

    Wakker worden :)

    August 1, 2020 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 15 °C

    Het was vannacht gewoon wat koeler in de tent! En toen ik vanochtend m'n tent uitkroop miezerde het zelfs een beetje. En eigenlijk heb ik nu gewoon zin om te fietsen in deze 'kou' haha! Geen stress om te weinig drinken, geen haast om 14u een schaduwplekje te hebben en vooral even niet continu zweten. Hmmm! Maar eerst ga ik nog even genieten van m'n Franse jam ;)Read more

  • Day24

    Eerste Spaanse camping!

    July 31, 2020 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 32 °C

    De eerste Spaanse camping is een feit! 🥳 Ik heb zelfs een plekje in de schaduw kunnen vinden👌🏼

  • Day24

    Verhaaltje voor het slapengaan

    July 31, 2020 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C

    Vandaag heb ik de eerste meters samen met een andere pelgrim gefietst. En ik weet gelijk waarom ik dit alleen doe... De beste man kwam uit Polen en sprak 3 woorden Engels. Desalniettemin wist hij hele verhalen op te hangen. Aan het begin best gezellig, maar zodra ik wat vertelde begreep hij er precies niks van🙄 Ach, ik luister wel dacht ik. Totdat hij een wel heel apart verhaal ging vertellen. Ik dach al iets van 'ass' te horen, maar ik keek hem niet-begrijpend aan. Uhh ja jongens, dat had ik dus niet moeten doen. Ik had jullie namelijk nog niet verteld dat deze meneer fietste in een hempje en zijn boxershort. Ja echt! Verder had hij geen broek of iets aan... Dus toen ik 'ass' hoorde en hem niet-begrijpend aankeek, kreeg ik een demonstratie. Het pijpje van z'n boxershort werd zomaar opgerold en ik kreeg een héél witte kont met allemaal rode bultjes te zien aahhhhhh gatver gatver gatverdamme! Niet veel later heb ik deze man vriendelijk bedankt en heb ik hem verteld dat ik even alleen (!) pauze ging houden. Ieeeewww dit beeld krijg ik dus nooit meer uit m'n hoofd!
    Nou slaaplekker hoor 😝
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  • Day10

    Over the Pyrenees

    April 27, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 7 °C

    To catch up:
    On Thursday we walked 7 miles from St. Jean, France, to Valcarlos, Spain. Easy walk, and we arrived in time for a 2-hour lunch. These things move slowly here—
    We stayed in a cozy guesthouse run by a Spanish couple, and we felt like old friends by the time we left next morning.
    Day 2, Friday, was a tough 11-mile climb, winding up and up through a valley in the Pyrenees. The first 7 miles took us 5 hours! Kudos to our friend Kathy, who’d suggested we send our packs ahead. We climbed much of the way with Ruth, an Anglican vicar from Wales (who WAS carrying her pack).
    We finally arrived in the village of Espinal, where John had his first taste of albergue life. He says he’s willing to try it again, but without the snoring from our fellow pilgrims next time!
    Only another 790 km to Santiago!
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  • Day4

    Up and over

    May 6, 2017 in Spain ⋅ 🌙 10 °C

    It was almost 8:30 before I staggered into my hotel, but today I dragged 300 lbs of Joe and pack over the Pyrenees, knocking down a challenge that had given me fits for months.

    Feeling gratitude for perfect weather, for my gear, my legs, and people I met along the way. I'm also feeling •completely• wiped out, as in "took 5 minutes of concentration just to get my body off bed and into shower."

    Now to bed, and a deep, deep sleep.
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  • Day3

    Day one. The Pyrenees

    September 5, 2018 in Spain ⋅ 🌧 16 °C

    Well the first real day is done and over, 10 hours walking, mountains! Today was the hardest day of my life physically, mentally and emotionally. Was I first? No. Was I the fastest? No. Was I the slowest? No. Was I last? No. That's the point. It's not the destination it's every damn thing in the middle that makes the journey worth it.Read more

  • Day5

    Roncesvalles to Zubiri

    April 30, 2017 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 9 °C

    After a jet lagged 3:30AM wake up, we decided to skip breakfast at the municipal (which wouldn't be served until 7am) and get on the Camino. We were the only ones on the Camino at a starless, pitch black 5am and we launched in to a thick forest. The looming trees felt like they were closing in around us and I kept trying to remember what I had read about this section of the Camino. I was reminded a ways in when we came upon a sign which revealed something which got our blood pumping. The forest we were in was, as the board read, a "place of witch craft" and, in the 16th century, 9 women were put to death by the Inquisition, oh, just about where we were standing. Sweet baby Jesus. While my hair stood on end, Tom's response, of course, was that he liked the mystical feeling it provoked. Regardless, we made really good time through that forest. I know I breathed a little sigh of relief when the sun started to peek out about 2 hours later.

    We, erroneously, believed that we would be able to find a place serving breakfast at the next town over, Burguete, just 3.2 km on. Unfortunately, when we arrived the place felt like a ghost town, absolutely no sign of life, so we set off for the next town, Espinal, just another 3.6 km, and, again, nothing was open though at least this time the sun was coming up and I could snap a few photos of the pretty architecture.

    We were overjoyed to find a bar open in the tiny Basque village of Gerendiain, with a population of 25. It was our last hope and turned out to be just what we needed. It was my first experience with the traditional Spanish potato, egg and onion tapas and, dear lord, it was maybe the best thing I've ever tasted. Pilgrims poured in the front door and we sat and chatted with a man from New Zealand who now lived in SF and had spent the night in the same Refugio as us the night before. Summer camp vibe! 😉✨
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  • Day5


    June 23, 2015 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 20 °C

    Vi tyckte det var för tidigt att stanna i Roncesvalles så vi fortsatte ytterligare 6 km. Hamnade i Espinal i en Albergue som vi får nästan ha för oss själva. Dusch och tvätt avklarat. Strålande solsken. Pasta kl 19. Det blev 27 km idag. Nöjda.Read more

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