Zubiri, Larrasoana and Pamploma

Well if my hips weren't sore before they sure are now! I think I was lying on springs. Oh well start the day with a Panadol.

I came down to the corner bar/cafe for breakfast and had a delicious croissant, orange juice, and delicious coffee. they wanted my photo of the grandmother so i emailed it through and the grandson emailed me a video of her singing which I will watch tonight.

These are the lovely staff. I then sat with a group who were bussing to Pamploma. One girl has hardly any foot without blisters, which I have swabbed with betadine (?) and dressed with various wound care. one fellow is catching the bus as he fell down that treacherous hill into Roncevalles, and two others are too tired to go on.

A little boy playing near the river.

Some of the very neat apartments of Zubiri.

I left here about nine o' clock. I did not get far when I realized I had a problem with the area under my left heal. It was burning a little last night so I put on a compede patch. I decided to see how far I could go without being a martyr. I am now sitting in a little cafe in Larrasoana writing this while I wait for a taxi which won't come until three o'clock. It is now about 1.30, and I have only done just under 5 kl. Here are some pictures I have taken on the way.

 

My washing hanging from my pack.

How not to carry things. My muesli bars, fruit and water.

 

More inclines!

A small town just out of Zubiri.

 

A welcome water fountain.

A couple of kilometres from Zubiri a came across a lovely fellow by the name of Neil, who is completely renovating an old abbey.He is from Cape Town originally. I think I have this right: The Abbey Ilarratz/Eskirotz. He and his wife walked the Camino and fell in love with the building. Alongside the Abbey is the original Camino path.

Original path.

The work he is undertaking and has achieved is amazing.

This was all covered with trees and bushes and this side of the building could not be seen.

As seen from the trail. Unclear in this picture, but to the left is the attached old Abbey house. Neill spends equal time working on both. Methinks his wife would like the house to come first. They are both photographers so when finished it will have wonderful studio and display room. Inside the Abbey is just amazing. Neill has discovered some terrific , well sort of mosaic work I suppose, at the entrance which had been cemented over. He is in the process of chipping away the cement, and doing a great job.

Here is what he is uncovering, and each section has an inlaid cross. This one missing the top piece.

He has uncovered a great deal. My pics don't do it justice.

Here is a view from further away where the house section can be seen. Neill is actually in the front yard somewhere there.

It was a great visit, and Neill is very knowledgable about the Camino. He suggested I get this far and get a taxi as he sees too many people trying to push themselves. As he said, why push it, if you get there by having to bus now and then, so be it. The important thing is “You're in Spain! Enjoy it, too many people have died trying to push their bodies too hard”. Good advice and a shame there is no bus until six pm. I unfortunately have the company of a local 'artist' who accosted me as I got here. He was selling his little sketches. Well he says they are his. Looks like the local hobo to me. When I said I didn't want one as I was just waiting for a taxi I became his best friend. So here he sits waiting with me as he has conned a lift from me. Yay! He gave me a sketch for free.

My artist companion

 

Where I am waiting is a strange little place. More like a corner store really. The coffee is made with the little Nescafé pod. The young chap who was serving has gone to prepare a meal? The shop is now shut but if anyone comes I am to ring a bell on the door. He was so sweet as I wanted to buy compede which was 9€. He thought that was too much so he gave me one large size patch for free.

This is a very pretty town, so here are some pics I took as I hunted for this 'cafe'. By the way if you should cross the bridge into this town ignore the sign which points left to the cafe and pension. They are to the right. The municipal Auburge is indeed to the left and opens at four.

 

 

 

Who can resist a old door..

This amazed me. It is an old bamboo fence and where a vine had been growing lichen has spread where it was once damp. Now the lichen is all dried out but looks so pretty.

Here you can see where the vine grows.

Another door to end with.

The taxi is now coming at three thirty. My foot is stinging, and my companion is complaining about being late for his dinner. I do wish he would go back to hitch hiking. Just had the cheek to tell me I have not gone very far.

By the way I am loving all the comments you are giving me. I can't return comments as I have to put in a password and my email each time I try. I seem to have messed up the password, but also it would take to long to comment on all. Do feel free to email.

I am now in Pamploma but I shall update tomorrow.

 

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9 thoughts on “Zubiri, Larrasoana and Pamploma

  1. Hello lovey! Glad to see that you are being sensible and not pushing yourself too much. I think the advice given to you to do what you can and enjoy being in Spain is very wise. After all, it’s not just about the walk but also all the other wonderful new experiences you’re having there. Looks as if you’ve been lucky with the weather as well. Baci cara.xx

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