There were a lot of Spanish in the campsite last night. Not that I have anything against them, they just dont seem to want to go to bed a reasonable time. Especially when I had to be up early to make a good push for the border. Well, this didn’t happen, was so tired I slept in a little and didn’t really get going until about 09:30.
Apart from that the day didn’t seem to go too bad until it started raining. Slipped on my waterproofs and I was off again. Seemed to take no time at all to get to Bayonne, so I just grabbed a quick snack and carried on.
This was a mistake, I should have eaten properly. No sooner had I got out of the centre of Bayonne I hit hills and lots of them. The Pyrenees start sooner than I had thought, All I knew was I was heading to a place called Hasparren. I reached Hasparren exhausted and needing food. It was already 15:00 and decided to stay here. It has hotels, bars and a supermarket, what more do I need. So this will be my place of rest for two nights.
I’m shacked up in the hotel Argia in the centre of town. My room is enormous, it’s more like an apartment. Far more luxury than I’m used to in a pokey little 2 man tent. On Sunday I plan on covering the remaining distance to Saint-Jean-Pied-Du-Port before starting on a fresh pair of legs for the real mountains on Monday.