Leaving on a jet plane...

Leaving on a jet plane…

Well, no kicking and screaming, or crying, or nervous shakes – Michael’s on the plane. He has my lady for luck, and hugs and kisses from me and the boys. We will miss him so, but I hope the Camino…

Montreal

Montreal

I’m sitting in an airport restaurant drinking a ten-dollar Heineken waiting for a meal. My head is still stuffed with constant noise from the flight from Winnipeg. Too much sensory input, I think. I was stuck beside a fairly hirsute…

Paris to Orly

Paris to Orly

Although I did get the chance to see Juno and the Last Samurai on the flight from Montreal to Paris, I didn’t sleep… I am so tired, the best I can do is a series of observations: There are a lot of…

Bayonne to St. Jean Pied de Port

Bayonne to St. Jean Pied de Port

I sat in Orly for bit and watched the other travellers until my plane boarded. 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…

Day 1 - Roncesvalles

Day 1 – Roncesvalles

I’m sitting at a hilltop restaurant in Roncesvalles having a beer. I feel clean and refreshed for the first time in what seems a long time, although the line up for a shower was an hour long. Today’s walk started…

Day 2 - Zubiri

Day 2 – Zubiri

I left Roncesvalles on a dark misty morning. It was mostly cloudy, a little cool, and rained just a little bit today. It was lovely. I soon came across Burguete, the town that Hemingway loved so much. I had my…

Day 3 - Pamplona

Day 3 – Pamplona

Walked with Mette for a fair bit today and we had several wide-ranging conversations covering everything under the sun. She introduced me to a German woman named Danny who is carrying a huge pack almost bigger than herself. Wow! However,…

Day 4 - Puente la Reina

Day 4 – Puente la Reina

I had no sleep last night as every little movement caused my knees to flare in pain. The left knee is swollen and bluish, the right is just swollen. This morning I gave one of my clay shells to Mette…

Lovely Cirauqui

Day 5 – Estella

It was a nice day of walking, my knees were just twinging on the inclines and the birds were singing. In the first half of the walk I chanced upon Anne and Mo. They were having some problems with over…

Day 6 - Los Arcos

Day 6 – Los Arcos

Off to Los Arcos. A wonderful day! My knees barely bothered me and the weather was grand! On the way I encountered Camino John. John is a retired Englishman who, since he retired eight years ago, spends April to October…

Day 7 - Logroño

Day 7 – Logroño

I left Los Arcos in the early morning. It was still dark in the streets and the sky was a wonderful dark blue. As I was walking over the bridge, the bells of the cathedral rang out behind me. It…