We decided to see what it felt like sending our packs ahead and only having a day pack for water and food. We walked burden free.
So as we left this morning passing through the final partiers, still going at 7.30am. The town was trashed and some Nonas will be cranky that there pot plants are wrecked.
Later we walked through a little town called Estella where the locals were reenacting a local war between regions. They looked fabulous in their red and white uniforms.
The big moment of the day was coming across the famous wine fountain. Yep. Red wine or water -take your pick! It was a very nice red. Free for pilgrims.
And finally we arrived at the albergue where we sent our packs. It was run by an American called Pete. Larger than life. He plied is with beer and wine and lots of stories of the sorry state of our times. The food at dinner was awesome and the conversation great. I tried my Spanish on three sisters from Brazil. Pity they speak Portuguese!
My observations for the day:
We weren’t there during ‘running’ season but we got to see the doll of the guy who started it – San Fermin – the guy who was engorged back in the 13th Century, and the starting line for the men.
So, some observations: the old city of Pamplona sits centrally within a greater metropolis; the city streets make walking tough with all the hard surfaces; we should have entered the old city along the river; siesta time is best for sightseeing to avoid the crowds; we run into other pilgrims who we have come to know. We meet friends in news places. They say, the Camino provides, which indeed appears to be true.


