Vianna: a lesson in Camino friendships

I walked 30km this day on strapped up ankles. When Sharon & I made it over a horrible rocky track Wart & Will told us all the accomodation had been full since 1.30pm. I thought they were joking. They weren´t but they had arranged with some Spainsh people that we had also been walking with over the last couple of days to share a flat. It took a coupl eof hours for the releif to register that I had not got to walk another 10km to the next town.

For Julie: Tamrid trees in flower

Feet at the knackers door: Viallamenor DeJardin

 No apologies  for place name spelling I left my book upstairs and this internet is costing a small fortune! Dr Wart from Holland strapped up my feet adn saved the day from my tendons exploding in protest. Beers on a lovely terrace to distract me from the pain.

The top of Alto de Peron

You can´t see but I have lost an inch around my waist in less than a week.

A typical view

I am about to walk up Alto de Peron away from Pamplona. This means the photo´s of my day 3 saviours will be out of chronological order. A super day starting at 6am as usual and leaving the Pyrenese behind (but being Spain not the hills).

Preparing for the off in Saint Jean Pied De Port

Little did I know how hot the day would be and how steep the last 5km, it took all my strength to get over the ´hill´ into Spain.

Preparing to sleep on the couchette from Paris

Little sleep was had and I had 27 km to walk the next day over the Pyrenese.