It's 5.30 am. Don't know why. But I still wake early. Around 4am. Must be the time zone difference. So I lay in bed doing my blog.
I'm creeping quietly around the pension on tip toe. Getting my dry clothes from the laundry. Doing a few stretches. Now sitting in the lounge area over looking the street.
I 'll pack in a little while. No rush. The cafe on the corner doesn't open for breakfast till 6.30
Opposite is an albergue. I can see the 'bag rustlers' up and about packing their stuff down in the lobby and another outside having his first 'fix' of the day.
How would I cope in an albergue? Waking at 4am and lying there unable to move for fear of waking others....
The bag rustlers are out in the street chatting now...rather loudly....
Some people really have no respect for others do they ?
I can't wait to get breakfast done and be on my way. I just love the feeling and freedom of walking in the fresh air.
When I stop for the day and in the early mornings like this, I feel like a caged animal. .... I just want to be moving....
though as I rolled into Zubiri last night, I seem to recall that my feet / heels were quite ready to stop...
Looking forward to trying my first 'real' day of walking. A 'proper' distance. Zubiri to pamplona.
So Far I Have Been Walking Without Stopping. I walk slowly anyway so as not to over strain my Achilles. And I prefer to keep them warmed up and moving. I eat and drink on the move.
That's ok for 12-14 km. But today I'll make sure I take a proper break at lunch and ice my tendons for a while.
5.55. Time to start getting ready
See you in Pamplona!