Larrasoana to Cizur Menor

We left again at 6.45 after a cafe con leche from the street machine, determined to clock up a good few kms while it was still relatively cool.

It was not until we reached Trinidad that we stopped, found a supermercado and our first veg of the trip. I bought a full bags of baby spinach, tomatoes, avocado, cucumber etc and made a monostrous baguette thinking it would do me for breakfast and lunch. However by the time lunch time, even Spanish lunch time arrived I was no where near hungry. My feet were sore and I had walked the last hour in sandals when I saw a cold beer sign winking at me as we entered Pamplona.

So I had the pleasure of using my dos cervezas por favor line (my only one piece of perfect Spanish) and sank gratefully onto a hard wooden seat to talk feet and drink beer.

It had been recommended that we carry on to Cizue Menor for the night and once we arrived at the albergue to shower eat and then go into Pamplona on the bus. So we carried on walking through Pamplona which is really a rather lovely place. We had good intentions of heading back in sans packs but the albergue was so nice we just stayed put.

One of the really good things about it was the woman who ran the place knew exactly and precisely what to do with blisters, how to stop your feet moving at all inthe boots - use sanitary pads ontop of the boot liners to absorb sweat and create better grip. I didn´t need that doing but Leonie had blister treatment par excellence and was given the syringe for ongoing use, plus sanitary pad and we were both taught how to tie about boots differently to create maximum toe space but minimum amount of foot movement forward on the steep down hill parts. I am only glad we found that woman so early in the trip as Leonie was pretty miserable by the time we limped in there.