A snorer, who also talked while sleeping, rejoyced our night. Because once again there was no heating, Jan and I hung our clean washed underwear on the piece of a ventilation pipe that protruded from the wall and that blew fresh air into the dormitory. See picture. drying underpants on hot air vent pipe in 

The landlord takes me to the meadow of Leon by car. I ask where in the village I can buy “pienso”, dogfood. But the son of the hospess is a butcher and he daily feeds waste meat to all those 25 locked up hunting dogs! Take 4 chicken carcasses with you , he says. That’ll 

Today it has rained all day. In Pamplona, ​​we were going wrong a little bit, but Jan managed to correct quickly. We walked across the drawbridge of the city and a score of photographers shot pictures. I asked 10 E, but got nothing except a laugh. In the suburbs, a helpful Spaniard guided us a 

Reveille at about 7:15. We heard the splashing of the rain. Poor horse. Not really cold, but for the rest it was dogs weather. Tosca was lying under a shelter on a board, as usual . I keep mentioning the animals here in this blog, to reassure those who critisize me. Leon diligent as ever 

Fortunately, we awoke this morning. Our host did not yet. Was still sleeping when we left his house. Picking up Leon. Oh Schreck lass nach! Leon gone. No rope there. Stolen? But if stolen they would not have taken that 15 m. filthy, wet, old rope too? I had fixed the rope to a not 

Instead of a day off today, followed by two normal walking days, we have planned three short days. So before 2 pm we allready arrived in Cirauqui. There is not much special to say about the route: a rather easy walk. Along the way we met an ultra runner. Racing about 50 km. per day, 

 Euskadi, Basc country  Again a shepherds shed, bori. Diner together with Jan. Good atmosphere. We are served by a Colombian waitress. Oladeladio! Tosca had great fun with four dog friends last night at the equestrian center in Navarrete. Therefore i let her, just like her friends,  sleep outside. The blanket I had put down for 

   A sign along the way   One meets many different kinds of people. At the inn last night among others, was a tall, Dutch boy from Hoorn, with long, blond hair, slightly felted. He had a tiny small dog with him, a chihuahua. How do you handle that in the albergues, I asked him. 

Today I want to start with an explanation. There are many people I can not reach or with great difficulty. That is 1) because my cellphone weeks ago, drowned when horse Leon, in the heat of Andalusia, took a bath in a deep pond. Thus, I’ve lost a lot of phone numbers and email addresses.