An early morning start made me realise how vulnerable I can be. The way out was very obscured and every corner carried partygoers in various states of tiredness and drunkenness We picked our way through a bleak industrial estate that was looming and sinister and like a ‘no man’s land’.
It was a completely different place to the beautiful Pyrenees with bells on the horses and goats and tiny villages dressed with geraniums on every balcony and warm welcoming faces. I shivered and was so grateful to Paul striding ahead and being confident of the way. We climbed away from the city only to find a beautiful lake and park high above the city. It was sunrise. We were on our way to Najere.
You always start out quite fresh and can cover 4-5 kilometres each hour but at. The end of day when the sun is up and the pace changes. It might seem slow to some people but this is now day 8 of constant walking. Maybe I didn’t train enough? Leaving Logrono was beautiful but the way was long.