After yesterday’s cold, wet day, my 2nd morning on the Camino saw no change. Woke early at 6 am to the sound of heavy rain and packed up but decided to wait a little before setting off in case of a break in the rain and about 7 a stop in the downpour saw me on my way. Alas within 20 minutes the rain returned and only ceased around midday. The church in Burguete presented a gloomy facade to passing peregrinos.
After Espinal, the climb up Alto de Mezquiriz brought me to my high point of the day at 955 metres and this roadside monument.
The small village of Gerendiain was my intended breakfast stop but nothing comes easy on the camino other than discomfort so first I had to cross this interesting stream
before I was able to at last enjoy my cafe con leche y tostado.
Even with gloves on I had suffered badly from the bitter cold and only during my breakfaststop did full feeling return to my hands although I was wearing shorts my legs were standing up far better to the inclement weather.
A lot of the next 8 kilometres were along very muddy and on the descents extremely slippery forest paths although this sign did lift my mood for at least a few minutes.
After a particularly unpleasant final descent during which several of the peregrinos I met later had fallen, my little group of myself, a Canadian retired economist, a German student and a Belgian nurse arrived in Zubiri and crossed the Rio Args on the medieval Puente e la Rabia bridge
and were soon enjoying a well earned warming cafe con leche in a small cafe.
Alll goods things come to an end and we were soon on our way the 5.3 kilometers to Larrasoana where my 3 companions were going to spend the night while I carried on the 11+ kilometers to my intended stop at Trinidad de Arre.
Along the way I passed this poignant memorial to a peregrino who had died en route.
About half the distance left was on trails and paths which varies from narrow, slippy mudbaths to wide well drained tracks but eventually I gained my first view of the western outskirts of Pamplona
On reaching the medieval bridge over the Rio Ulzama, I immediately was able to see my destination on the opposite side of the bridge: the Hermanas Maristas albergue.
It proved a great spot to spend my 2nd night on the camino with a very disparate mix of nationalities but with a good peregrino spirit.
For those who wonder what dormitory accommodation looks like this may prove useful:
Dormitories are mixed and hanging laundry the norm.
36.6 kilometers covered today including a short detour to buy some chocolate bars for those days when shops might be hard to find. Legs are holding up well and the 2nd half of today saw the sun make an occasional welcome appearance.
Tomorrow will see me enter Pamplona proper and later cross the Alto de Perdon.