Camino de Santiago: Day Three – part 2

The blog post written on and about this day is here: Day 3: Zubiri to Zariquiegui with a stop in Pamplona this post is written after the fact…

So after I stopped for lunch and headed on, things were sunny, both figuratively and literally. Before I arrived in Pamplona, I did a small detour, only this time on purpose. There were signposts for a church and it was only a about 1 km to it, so I decided it would be a nice thing to try to get off the beaten path so to speak. However what the signs did not warn me about was that almost the entire 1 km was a steep incline, yay! But not so bad, and when I arrived it was quite beautiful… it did a small tour of the church on my own I got some information on the church by someone who was on staff and they even had it Norwegian. There were post-its to, neon green, provided so that you could leave a message or a greeting or anything really..

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A few had been left there, I left one as well… after walking around the church for a bit I went outside again and found a small garden area which had a table and a few chairs, two of which were occupied by two other pilgrims. I asked if I could join and we struck up a conversation, eventually I said my goodbyes as I had to move on, some of the pilgrims was staying at the church, which seemed like it would be quite the experience… but I was determined to go further.

Before long I reached Pamplona, the entire city was an after party for that days running with the bulls. There were countless people, the entire city felt crowded, though it was difficult to tell if it felt like that just because I had been used to walking mostly in solitude, but I think that the festival had drawn more people than there would be on any other normal day in Pamplona. But it was a beautiful city and I spent some hours walking around doing looking at things, parks, statues and such. Even when my feet started to complain I continued walking around to see more stuff. I bought lunch, some fruit and something to drink and after finding a suitable bench to sit on, I had my lunch…

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After my lunch break I decided that it was about time to leave Pamplona and headed out following the yellow arrows once more.. outside the city I saw a sign that stated that there was a place to get a sella from the University just 100 meters off the trail, I wanted to get it and 100 meters.. that was not a big detour even with my sore feet and the heat now piling on… I walked.. and walked 100 meters turned into 200 meters.. I was getting grouchy at the fact that the sign misinformed me, But the University buildings and parks looked really nice, it made me miss my own Uni days… but eventually I reached the office, the door was locked! Shock, horror… and then a window opened, “Sella?” .. “Si, por favor” I got one *yes*

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(The stamp and Donut taking a break in the shade)

As I headed back towards the camino I took a shortcut which happened to cross a well kept lawn, just I had crossed it a guard shouted at me, I presumed that it was because I had stepped on the grass. The confusion was cleared up despite the fact that he did not speak english and I did not speak Spanish… He just wanted to make sure I got a sella before leaving. I was both grateful for him being thoughtful to ensure that I got a sella and relieved that I had not been inconsiderate when walking on the grass. So I headed on, my new goal was to just reach Cizur Menor since my feet had really started to complain and the heat was making things worse … it was now closing in on 5 o’clock which meant I had been out walking for almost 10-11 hours now… I eventually reached Cizur Menor and went into the first albergue I saw. After locating the hospitalera I asked if they had beds available..”completo” full! A fellow pilgrim took a look at me and said “I think you will sleep in the church tonight” … it took a split second for me to understand that he meant that there was a possibility of there being available beds in the Church not 20 meters away…


There were mattresses laid out around the altar and everywhere else, I ran into Anniken and Viggo again, I had met them just previously in my way into Pamplona. A swedish mother and son. She was of indeterminate age and I knew better than to ask, Viggo however was 7. We talked for a bit, she saw my step counter and asked which kind it was, she was sporting a Jawbone herself. It looked full and after having sat down in the chairs for a bit… the chairs.. oh man, let me tell you… bucket chairs with fluffy cushions… the kind that feels like is going to swallow you up… it was so hard to get out of, not just because I was reluctant.. also because it required quite a bit of physical effort to get out of them. It would not be the last I saw of Anniken & Viggo on my journey

I walked on, and eventually ended up in Zariquiegui, try saying that three times fast. I had walked ~45km this day, including my sightseeing around Pamplona… I stumbled into a very nice albergue, they had beds… I got one, food was had.. I met a dominican priest who walked in full garb I joined him and a few others for dinner…. actually I buttet in on one of their discussions from across the small dining room and then when food was about to be served asked if they would mind if I joined them. The did not… after food and writing some postcards and a bit in my journal it was definitely time for bed…

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