Zubiri to Pamplona.

What?

This is supposed to be a relief after the challenges of the Pyrenees.

It’s flatter, and slightly less distance, but it was hot.

33 degrees Celsius by the time into Pamplona.

The picture of SB trudging purposefully past some hay bales captures the vibe.

Where? Iglesia de San Esteban.

A perfect old church in small hamlet.

The Nun who looks after things encourages you to climb the 56 stairs to ring the bell.

It’s a measure of how we feeling in that we only took a detour to the Church because it was 300m shorter than the main (scenic) route.

Like they say, the Camino provides.

Who? Still us.

Smiling improbably on a park bench on the outskirts of Pamplona.

Little did we realise it was a hot 4 km into the old town.

We did meet someone we had seen with a group who was walking solo.

They said the rest of the group had taken a taxi.

Foolishly this strengthened our (SB’s) resolve to keep walking. I was lagging behind trying to get the Uber App to work. It doesn’t here.

Why?

Why does some of the Camino have highly constructed paths that are a nightmare to walk on?

Literally people create informal paths to the side through the mud.

Because it’s easier and probably safer.

The only people on them are lunatic cyclists.