St. James Way

36th Hiking Day

On the way from Pamplona to let's see. Just had a nice walk out of the city of Pamplona with Rieke (Danish). I feel really shitty though. Very short night. Whole body full of bed bug bites. Got up at 6 and walked to the 24-hour pharmacy. Nice lady, google translate. Now I have pills and an ointment. But the real problem is also the psyche. A stigma that is visible. But not much you can do about it. I still have to walk on. But I feel exhausted plus there are signs of a mild cold. However you don't give up the Camino because of bed bugs. That's not the way it works. Tough times. Partly I recognized the outskirts of Pamplona. Now left of me on the main street: rush hour. Paul is already ahead. Good sport, even if he always carries too far with the beer. Sam also ahead. Sophie behind me. No idea if she takes a rest day in Pamplona. Lovable pharmacist with a unique way of speaking, but sometimes also a bit annoying. The more I write, the darker my mood becomes. I seriously think about taking a single room today. Jeez, I've only been around for an hour. And always this noise of those fucking walking sticks in front of and behind me. Response time for greeting back seriously above average. Fuddled, tangled »Hola«. Now to Cizur Menor. 8.48 a.m. This place is where I met Heino. My mind is not working straight. "Maribel Roncal" was the name of the albergue. If I remember correctly, they didn't even offer breakfast.

But I also recognize the wind turbines on the mountain. That part wasn't easy.

So first things first: I made it to Maneru. I can't even write about the thing with Paul. What a disastrous ending if we don't see each other again. In any case, I can't get this bedbug story out of my head. Right now I'm okay. But things are far from perfect. Much too agitated. Sam told me that I walked 29 kilometres today. And this one tough, steep stretch up to Maneru next to the autobahn: I recognized that. And it wasn't all bad. I had a good laugh at this fucking struggle. A little divine joke. Jesus, Paul. I don't even want to think about tomorrow.