Note: I wrote a lengthy post yesterday about day 6 but it seems stuck in the uploading mode, not sure how to fix it.
Day 7: Puente la Reina to Estella, 14.5 miles, took me 11 hours!!! Eleven freaking hours!!!!!!
As seems to be the pattern, mornings on the Camino are fine. It was a beautiful, cool morning, and a passerby pilgrim couple took my pic as I left Puente La Reina. I set off enthusiastically. I can walk at a brisk pace, and while I do struggle with the climbs and the terrain, I can recover fairly quickly. The first climb to Mañeru was difficult, but it was fairly early in the day. When I got there, I found a nice little park with picnic tables, so I took advantage of that to check on my feet, apply Vaseline for blister prevention, adjust my gear, fill the water bottle. This nice couple shows up, and they were PRs like me! So we took a selfie showing the 3 of us around my backpack which had the PR flag. Then I walked some more, coming up to the stunningly beautiful town of Ciriaqui. I stopped there for a Coke, but the town was deserted. Along the way, I struck conversations with a German guy who eventually moved on, and later on with a Finnish guy, this latter one helped me pass the aftas we talked about our countries, with some of the hard to avoid politics.
We eventually reached the tiny town of Lorca, where he was staying. By that time, after gulping a Coke And an Aquarius, I was passing by sn Albergue snd and a sweet Cinise young woman let me use their bathroom, filled my water bottle, and I bought some chocolate/vanilla ice cream sandwich which felt heavenly.
I debated whether I should stop there for the day, as I wasn’t sure I could make it to Estella, but I thought I could make it to Villatuerta. The path was actually very smooth and flat, but when I got there, I tried calling an albergue but no answer. The doors were closed. I called a different albergue and I was told that because of the religious weekend holiday, everything was closed but there was a huge party in time. An overheated exhausted pilgrim didn’t seem to be high on their priority list, and I had no choice but to continue to Estella, which thankfully was just 2.6 Km (I think) away. I called ahead and they had beds at the Hospital de Perrgrinos, which is the Municipal Albergue.
So I dragged my sorry exhausted pilgrim ass towards Estella, cursing and wondering why earth I’m doing this. There were some rough, tricky spots, but nothing I haven’t encountered before. It probably felt worse because of the tiredness, the heat of the day, and because I was in a foul mood, but it really wasn’t that far away, so eventually I arrived at Estella. After a hot shower and eating a dinner of Pasta Carbonars, I’m feeling better,trying to think of my strategy for tomorrow. I’ll probably do just a half day. BTW, while the cPAP machine did feel heavier, I seem to be fine with it.
I also re-encountered a lady I met at SJPDP, so that was a great morale booster after feeling left behind by others. But right now I feel too exhausted to socialize, and I’m trying to figure how to best plan my walking days.
I expected hardship, so I figure this experience will show me my true limits and potential.
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