Bayonne to St. Jean Pied de Port
The flight from Paris to Biarritz was nice and short, thankfully as there were a lot of unhappy children on the plane. The food on Air France is quite different from Air Canada. I had a lovely Greek pita with lox and a nice little peach cake.
Once I landed I quickly found my luggage and caught a cab, whose driver drove like a demon. He made the trip from airport to train station in about six minutes.
From what I saw of Biarritz it look like a beautiful, if tourist, place.
Then after a quick hour-long flight and a zany 6 minute cab ride from the airport to the train station, I was on a train to Bayonne.
I haven’t had the chance to confirm my reservation at the hostel as I was supposed to, hopefully it’ll be okay. There I switched trains and noticed that like me, everyone had a backpack. There is even a man in the next car that is blind. Next stop, St. Jean Pied de Port.
And I lost it. Too long without sleep and I missed my family so much, it was hard. I got freaked and panicked over the upcoming endeavour. Eh, I worked it out for the most part and after a really good dinner and after 30 or so hours of movement, I got some sleep.
I stayed at: L’Esprit du Chemin
Soundscape: Train ride