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East Wenatchee to Seattle to Frankfurt to Madrid To Biarritz: it makes me chuckle that all three flying legs in the trip were each delayed 2 hours.
I kid you not.. it was wondrous synchronicity that made me double check the times and keep a mental note. One of the announcements seemed to blame the delays on Frankfurt and Lufthansa/Condor not being able to turn flights around in a timely fashion.
I didn’t really care too much... I had access to each airlines terminal lounges, so free food, juices and soda, sandwiches and big comfy seats away from the insane airport hubbub. I was more felt more rested waiting than the day before departure.
I arrived in SJPdP on Express Bourricot with 5 others. During the ride, I started to become acquainted with Clovis, an American from Massachusetts and an Acupuncturist.
I don’t know what an Acupuncturist dress and grooming code is, but I was guessing from his dress and style that he was from a law practice or the business world. I was gently surprised when he told me his occupation.
For some reason, we began clicking together. After we stopped at the Pilgrim Office, we parted ways thinking we might see each other on the Way to Roncesvalles.
Because Clovis was staying at Beilari, which includes some mandatory tribal ritual dinner (oh calm down Beilarians, I’m gently joshing) I ended up eating dinner with other pilgrims at the same place Caleb and I did last September.
Gite Makila was very nice and restful, for as much as one can rest and relax. Super clean and updated. I did stay in one of their private rooms because...well... I could and I knew I’d need a bit of space to decompress after so much travel hubbub. Ya gots to know your limits .
Departure from St Jean was at 0730. Not real early, as the beginning rhubarb at 0500 will testify. I did enjoy a quick breakfast of yogurt, hard boiled egg, juice, and pastry.
I had talked John Sikora into letting me record a continuous video in 4K of the entire walk from SJPdP to Roncesvalles. However many hours that would take me. John, who many of you know as a Forum member, has a wonderful YouTube video series in which he basically recorded most every step of each stage of Camino Frances. It is unique in that the Camino walk is virtually the personality focus, not an individual. In Hyperlapsed timelapse fast forwarding, you view a smooth step-by-step walk of Camino from the walkers point of view. One can virtually walk most of the Frances via this series of John’s
So, John graciously spent a few months time via email and video samples from my new GoPro Hero 6, schooling me in reproducing the look of his videos.
John went to Roncesvalles via Valcarlos. I had the idea to include Napoléon since this is a popular route. Because people researching Camino turn to YouTube to view what the Way is like, I asked John to consider having me film Napoléon and do the post production on my footage to give viewers the ability to see each alternative as it looks to the pilgrim en route.
Anyway, with three 128gb micro SD cards full of video of the continuous walk, the hardest parts are 1: keeping the data safe until I get home... 2: waiting until John is able to work his magic and get it published to YouTube.
And, despite a years worth of surgery, illness and just my body seeming to rebel and try to degrade my fitness, getting to Roncesvalles seemed to find me in better condition than last year.
It took me about 90 minutes longer, overall, but my concerns and anxiety over being less fit were for naught.
The Colegiate Albergue was still wonderful. Although even at 4:45 they were having to turn pilgrims away. But I motced at least two of those wonderful hospitaleros arranging for taxis to the nearby towns.
I am glad I had reservations.
The pilgrim Mass was nice; I was joined by Deim from the Netherlands (180 degree opposite of Joost), who was my table mate at the pilgrim dinner.
The stay was similar to last year: comfortable and quiet even prior to the 10;00 curfew. EXCEPTION: at 0230am one of the cubicle mates, a young guy, put on a billion lumen output headlamp with a blazing white light that would stand up to any Light House beam, and switched it on.
I was startled out of my sleep as what I thought was a supernova exploded through my eyelids Then, and I swear I’m not making this up, he farted a storm as he climbed down from his bunk and then proceeded to rustle the crinkliest of organizer bags as he packed up his pack.
I started laughing into my quilt so hard that I joined the gas expulsion club . Which made me laugh even harder as I tried to muffle my laughter.
About ten minutes later, the twenty something left. After 5 more minutes, I decided I neede to visit the bathroom and, yup, twenty something was in there grooming. With the headlamp supernova unit sitting on the sink.
I asked if he had done any Camino or dorm living of any kind before ( he was Belgian but spoke English well). When he answered no, I smiled and pointed to the supernova and explained a bit about pilgrim etiquette.
The look on twenty somethings face almost made me laugh again. He appeared genuinely mortified, and apologized so many times it was cute. His parents did a good job of teaching politeness and manners, he just spaced out about the effects of supernovas on sleeping pilgrims.
Yesterday I left for Burgette at 0730, where I ate breakfast at the same little bar that Caleb and I ate at last year. It’s the place on the left right next to the church.
This is where I caught my bus (5 Euros) to Pamplona). As mentioned in previous posts, there a a couple of stages and one or two parts of others that I wasn’t going to repeat in order to meet Caleb in Leon on time. In Pamplona’s case, I wanted an extra day to rip through my backpack’s contents in order to offload 6 extra pounds of gear that I no longer needed after the first stage, and mail back home.
My pack feels a whole lot nicer, weight wise, now.
So today was spent sightseeing, eating gelato, replacing a damaged pair of running shorts (rant: given the ridiculous shallow rise and crotch space in Decathlon’s running shorts inventory, how can Euro men put up with the attempted Huevos homicide foisted on them by said store. Thank the family jewels that I finally found a pair of Addidas shorts in US sizes; obviously metric wasn’t working
Tomorrow I will end up somewhere west of Maneru. Lorca, maybe??
Anyway, it’s been warm, not really hot so far. No rain. . . Yet. But the ponchos nearby. No major nothing going wrong. Oh, and Mr. Left Foot hisself seems to grudgingly tolerate the Hoka One One Bondi 6. I don’t even feel the need to get out of them and into something else after a shower and clean socks.
East Wenatchee to Seattle to Frankfurt to Madrid To Biarritz: it makes me chuckle that all three flying legs in the trip were each delayed 2 hours.
I kid you not.. it was wondrous synchronicity that made me double check the times and keep a mental note. One of the announcements seemed to blame the delays on Frankfurt and Lufthansa/Condor not being able to turn flights around in a timely fashion.
I didn’t really care too much... I had access to each airlines terminal lounges, so free food, juices and soda, sandwiches and big comfy seats away from the insane airport hubbub. I was more felt more rested waiting than the day before departure.
I arrived in SJPdP on Express Bourricot with 5 others. During the ride, I started to become acquainted with Clovis, an American from Massachusetts and an Acupuncturist.
I don’t know what an Acupuncturist dress and grooming code is, but I was guessing from his dress and style that he was from a law practice or the business world. I was gently surprised when he told me his occupation.
For some reason, we began clicking together. After we stopped at the Pilgrim Office, we parted ways thinking we might see each other on the Way to Roncesvalles.
Because Clovis was staying at Beilari, which includes some mandatory tribal ritual dinner (oh calm down Beilarians, I’m gently joshing) I ended up eating dinner with other pilgrims at the same place Caleb and I did last September.
Gite Makila was very nice and restful, for as much as one can rest and relax. Super clean and updated. I did stay in one of their private rooms because...well... I could and I knew I’d need a bit of space to decompress after so much travel hubbub. Ya gots to know your limits .
Departure from St Jean was at 0730. Not real early, as the beginning rhubarb at 0500 will testify. I did enjoy a quick breakfast of yogurt, hard boiled egg, juice, and pastry.
I had talked John Sikora into letting me record a continuous video in 4K of the entire walk from SJPdP to Roncesvalles. However many hours that would take me. John, who many of you know as a Forum member, has a wonderful YouTube video series in which he basically recorded most every step of each stage of Camino Frances. It is unique in that the Camino walk is virtually the personality focus, not an individual. In Hyperlapsed timelapse fast forwarding, you view a smooth step-by-step walk of Camino from the walkers point of view. One can virtually walk most of the Frances via this series of John’s
So, John graciously spent a few months time via email and video samples from my new GoPro Hero 6, schooling me in reproducing the look of his videos.
John went to Roncesvalles via Valcarlos. I had the idea to include Napoléon since this is a popular route. Because people researching Camino turn to YouTube to view what the Way is like, I asked John to consider having me film Napoléon and do the post production on my footage to give viewers the ability to see each alternative as it looks to the pilgrim en route.
Anyway, with three 128gb micro SD cards full of video of the continuous walk, the hardest parts are 1: keeping the data safe until I get home... 2: waiting until John is able to work his magic and get it published to YouTube.
And, despite a years worth of surgery, illness and just my body seeming to rebel and try to degrade my fitness, getting to Roncesvalles seemed to find me in better condition than last year.
It took me about 90 minutes longer, overall, but my concerns and anxiety over being less fit were for naught.
The Colegiate Albergue was still wonderful. Although even at 4:45 they were having to turn pilgrims away. But I motced at least two of those wonderful hospitaleros arranging for taxis to the nearby towns.
I am glad I had reservations.
The pilgrim Mass was nice; I was joined by Deim from the Netherlands (180 degree opposite of Joost), who was my table mate at the pilgrim dinner.
The stay was similar to last year: comfortable and quiet even prior to the 10;00 curfew. EXCEPTION: at 0230am one of the cubicle mates, a young guy, put on a billion lumen output headlamp with a blazing white light that would stand up to any Light House beam, and switched it on.
I was startled out of my sleep as what I thought was a supernova exploded through my eyelids Then, and I swear I’m not making this up, he farted a storm as he climbed down from his bunk and then proceeded to rustle the crinkliest of organizer bags as he packed up his pack.
I started laughing into my quilt so hard that I joined the gas expulsion club . Which made me laugh even harder as I tried to muffle my laughter.
About ten minutes later, the twenty something left. After 5 more minutes, I decided I neede to visit the bathroom and, yup, twenty something was in there grooming. With the headlamp supernova unit sitting on the sink.
I asked if he had done any Camino or dorm living of any kind before ( he was Belgian but spoke English well). When he answered no, I smiled and pointed to the supernova and explained a bit about pilgrim etiquette.
The look on twenty somethings face almost made me laugh again. He appeared genuinely mortified, and apologized so many times it was cute. His parents did a good job of teaching politeness and manners, he just spaced out about the effects of supernovas on sleeping pilgrims.
Yesterday I left for Burgette at 0730, where I ate breakfast at the same little bar that Caleb and I ate at last year. It’s the place on the left right next to the church.
This is where I caught my bus (5 Euros) to Pamplona). As mentioned in previous posts, there a a couple of stages and one or two parts of others that I wasn’t going to repeat in order to meet Caleb in Leon on time. In Pamplona’s case, I wanted an extra day to rip through my backpack’s contents in order to offload 6 extra pounds of gear that I no longer needed after the first stage, and mail back home.
My pack feels a whole lot nicer, weight wise, now.
So today was spent sightseeing, eating gelato, replacing a damaged pair of running shorts (rant: given the ridiculous shallow rise and crotch space in Decathlon’s running shorts inventory, how can Euro men put up with the attempted Huevos homicide foisted on them by said store. Thank the family jewels that I finally found a pair of Addidas shorts in US sizes; obviously metric wasn’t working
Tomorrow I will end up somewhere west of Maneru. Lorca, maybe??
Anyway, it’s been warm, not really hot so far. No rain. . . Yet. But the ponchos nearby. No major nothing going wrong. Oh, and Mr. Left Foot hisself seems to grudgingly tolerate the Hoka One One Bondi 6. I don’t even feel the need to get out of them and into something else after a shower and clean socks.
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