“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins

Tuesday, 2 June 2009

Day 24 – 28th May 2009 – Thursday, the road to Pamplona, Spain.

A gloriously sunny day. If a bit stressful. Finding campsites here in the mountains is proving tricky; France seemed to be dotted with them at every town or village we passed, but Spain is a completely different story.
We travelled toward Pamplona and only saw one campsite, but unfortunately couldn’t stop as we still had not found anywhere to buy food (or even just bread for that matter!) – Gorgeous scenery, we followed the Aragon river, passed lakes and waterfalls etc, but nowhere to shop or sleep.
We eventually stopped in Pamplona itself and walked someway from where we parked to find a supermarket and stock up. Then hastily backed out of town again – too much traffic, too many people and some very confusing road signs!
We eventually gave up looking for somewhere to wildcamp when 5pm came and we still hadn’t eaten again. We got to a small town called Irache near Estella in the Navarre region and took a lovely (but expensive) pitch with its own running water, electricity and ant’s nest.
The sun was still scorching by the time we ate, but we managed to stop being frustrated long enough to formulate a plan for the next few days. Head North, find the beaches and follow the coast, with any luck the campsites will be cheaper and more plentiful there.

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