Cold and wet! Not sure what else one should expect from something called Napoleon’s route, old shortie being the sucker for self-punishment in cold places that he was.
Even though we’re not as knackered after this stage, as some other people seem to be, I definitely can feel in my legs each of the 1400 something meters of elevation. Cold, covered in mist and mud, and cow dung miserable meters. Remind me again, why are we here?
Nevertheless, a stage is done, supposedly the most difficult one of the whole thing. Could be that it was, but we’ll see what we manage. Making easy things difficult is a bit of a speciality of ours, you see. I’m a bit suspicious about tomorrow’s stage, but that’s a story for another day (tomorrow).
Staying at a gigantic albergue tonight, with almost two hundred beds. Everything works, there’s a team of hospitaleiros who are serious about making us comfortable.
The pilgrim’s dinner is more than adequate, especially because the conversation flows almost easier than the wine.
Getting used to living without too many things.
Early start tomorrow, and it’s again promising both wet and cold. Mmm.. Looking forward to warmer temperatures.
Well done, enjoy the rest!