Descansar in Navarette! Heather’s Learned to Chill!!

Too flippin’ hot! Hallo! And I hope it’s not as hot for you as here.  Even the Spanish and Italians can’t cope! Well,  I think I left you when I was staggering around Lograno, trying to get my hip to work properly. In the morning, it was all fine.  I followed the arrows out of Lograno (left at 8.am which is marginally better – Gill´s having a blue fit at the thoughts of these leaving-in-the-morning-times!), walked through the massive 5km park where the Spanish were out for their morning jog, run, cycle etc and on my own, when suddenly, I seized up.  To use Joe Simpson´s words, I was stuffed.  Terminado.  Finito.  What Ray would say would be. “You ok, Blue?” No, I definitely wasn´t. Well, there was a fine kettle of fish.  I...

Trancendant Moments on the Camino de Santiago

Trancendant Moments on the Camino de Santiago

On a pilgrim route steeped in history,  surrounded by symbolism Heather experiences 2 of “those moments” in the same 24 hours.  Just before her hips decide to play silly beggars. Estella to Los Arcos. Some good bits and some serious.  But nothing too funny in this instalment.  Its the feast day of St James / St Jacques / St Iago and at the first bar I go into for coffee, the service is on TV from Santiago Cathedral where, body and mind willing, I´ll be in a few weeks. I arrive at the Irache monastery and if you google it, you might find the webcam which shows the fountain – water one side, wine the other. As I don´t drink, of course, I didn´t have more than a sip.  Much. Well, maybe two sips. A few minutes later, by the monastery is a table, a...

Fiesta on the Camino- Walking with a Hole in the Shoe to Estella

What happens when the pilgrims don’t like to party?  It’s all here on Day 5 of Heather’s walk along the old pilgrim route “The Camino de Santiago”. Hola!. Probably a two-part chapter. 640 km to go and loving every minute.  If you’re not au fait with kms, times by 5/8 to get to miles.  (Sorry, not meant to be an insult.  But do it in your head, never trust a calculator). So what was all that worry, planning, reading about prior to the journey?  How was I going to find the albergues (pilgrim hostels)?  … A flippin’ great sign over the door marked Álbergue, Heather! How will I find food? Bread shop?  Supermarket?  Cafes?  It´s just Spain, not the Atacama desert. What on earth was all that worry and planning about?  I...

Walking the Camino de Santiago With Heather – Pamplona

Heather has packed in a couple of days worth here; from Lancashire accents in central Pamplona to techno statues at Puenta la Reina and a few crafty commercials for … BAMBOO!? Lots of friends but where´s the family!! Hi everyone, So I´m walking around Pamplona, see, when I hear this voice shouting ´Hallo Heather´!  Surreal!  Just wonderful.  Then I bumped into another of my new friends.  I was just about to think I mught go to the cathedral again (museum of old instruments as well) when I bumped into a veritable host of friends who said it was closed; so we all went onto Cizur Menor (where?).  Four euros a night!  And help yourself to any food going, just put a bit of money in the box to cover it. Yesterday I heard the torrential rain in the night but set...

Walking the Camino de Santiago – Dispatches From an Old Friend

Walking the Camino de Santiago is a pastime that’s been around for a good thousand years apparently! As walkers and climbers, I suppose we all have to look our age in the eye one day and face up to the fact we ain’t youngsters any more.  All the parties these days involve decades 5, 6, 7 and even 8!  (Dennis at 80 could give a few of you a run for your money on the Camino).  Many years ago I went out for agood while with a lady called Heather.  She came out walking and scrambling with me a couple of times, but in my absence she had really got into walking on her own account. As the circles of life turned and circumstances changed, we started bumping into each other  quite often.  We have been in contact quite regularly in recent years and become quite...