Yesterday was epic. It turned out to be 32km, the furthest I have ever walked in my life (so far). The end point in the village of Cirauqui was beautiful. A small settlement as an urban island in a sea of fields.
I’ve taken to plotting end destinations in the villages between the main stopping towns. It’s served me well so far. There are fewer people and it feels like the 6am starting gun race to the next town is a thing.
You don’t encounter so many other pilgrims, and you get more walking time to yourself.
I encountered Jonathan at my hostel there. One of the people that I fed all the way back in Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port. We have had a few chance encounters, the last time was in Pamplona.
