After an unsettled evening, I then woke up at 3am with the continual people walking around the bunks or packing & re- packing their bags. I couldn’t get back to sleep, so instead of rustling around, I decided to get up. I couldn’t quite believe the people who walked around. One man was only in his tighty whities, doing an excellent impression of Mr Burns from the Simpsons with his hunched shoulders.
As I was in a Municipal that night you have to leave promptly by 8-30am. So we scrambled out, just after the deadline! Walking down further declines in the forest, we enjoyed the fresh breeze and mild weather. Spending the morning walking with my French Camino Mummy and the Magician was a perfect start to our walk through Spain. I kept on the look out all day for the final red and white sign of the GR65 (which was the markings for the walk through France). Till I then found out the GR65 is one of the international walks across Europe. Cue me groaning….
The walk in the afternoon saw us walk passing and lots different new groups. I started estimating half the people walking on the Camino Frances are from South Korean (mainly university ages). I later found out this is because walking the Camino gives them extra credits for university.
The route in the afternoon was uneven stones surrounded by greenery. As the day drifted on, we had to say goodbye to my French Camino Mummy, as she was stopping for the day earlier than us. We didn’t think we’d see her again, as she was leaving the trail soon to go and see her partner. I suck at goodbyes. My Dad died suddenly when I was a child. This made me have problems saying goodbye. I’d much rather disappear into the fog never to be heard from again. But the Magician was insistent we should say goodbye properly. So I bit my tongue and got on with it.
We carried on walking till we got to the next town and staying in our first Auberge. We only had one other person in the room with us. A young South Korean man who gave us a impromptu concert on his ukele in the evening. It was great fun to sit with the other walkers and sing together. After we all headed to bed, the Ukele player asked us if he could walk with us the next day. He stated what’s the point of travelling to Spain to walk the Camino, if you’re only going to spend time with other South Koreans. It surprised me to hear him say this, as most people act the contrary. Language and culture can be a huge barrier when meeting people. And most of the people who formed little groups walking together were from the same country. It was really refreshing to see that someone was actively wanting to do something else. I was a little opposite in this though. Anytime I met English people, I got really over excited and wanted to talk to them. To talk of home, missing dunking biscuits in tea, eating marmite etc.