I stayed in a small family run hostel just the other side of Roncesvalles. The madre obviously owned the place and everyone who entered. She scared me a little but my room had a lock. Breakfast comprised of three small rich tea biscuit sized pieces of hard bread that I can only assume was toast. As well as a croissant with a hard bit in the middle, maybe stale. I probably wouldn’t stay here again.
As I was still above 1000m the weather was dull and misty due to being in the clouds. Either way it was wet, so on went the waterproofs.
I was waiting anxiously for my decent and it never really came much to my disappointment. Most of the morning was spent in the clouds.
When I did finally descend a little it brightened up. I took a road that outskirts Pamplona so I didn’t get to go through it, no bull Greg. This was to cut out some big climbs.
I arrived in Puente La Reina and got my third stamp in my credential aka sellos. Every pilgrim that has walked the camino in the last thousand or so years has crossed the bridge (pictured), as it’s a convergence between two camino routes from France. I had a sandwich before continuing on. Finally ending up in Estella where I camped for the night.