We tried to start early again today, headed out of town around 9.30am! Oh well all the serious hikers had gone at 4.30 or 5am and there was no way we going to catch up anyway. It was actually quite chilly so not such a bad time to leave anyway. Husband pulled his socks up to dry and replicated many of the European hikers we had met. Also hitched a ride on a pilgrim memorial briefly.
So the dark clouds of Mordor it seemed had found us . But again the dark grey changed to a lighter grey as we wandered through the fields and the man with outback tracking skills (now known as the Donkey Hunter) spotted more evidence we were on the right track.
After passing opium fields. We wandered into the next town and bought a Gatorade and a coke zero and a banana and headed off again through beautiful green fields and crossed the border into Castilla and Leon.
And we finally arrived in Belorado and the best little hostel ever and I had my first swim on the Camino and guess what? There was the Frenchman with the nice ass! The tracking skills were spot on! There was generally a good bunch of people hanging out here – including Dave the Englishman with the red ankles and his Spanish friend with the prize winning blister.
So was his Nice Ass
Antony and Marten
Dave the Englishman and Antony the Frenchman
There was also a medieval fair on this weekend. We found Albergue a Santiago in Belorada so comfortable we decided to stay an extra night and give our feet a break. After all in two weeks our only rest day in Pamplona had not been that much of a rest.
Even the nice ass has hiking boots!
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