Burgos to Boadilla del Camino – 63kms

The heat today was brutal. We knew it was going to hit 39 degrees and weren’t looking forward to riding 60 kms in it.

It was 9.30am by the time we picked up our bikes and transferred our stuff to panniers. Far too late to be leaving.

It started off well, loving being back on the bikes. That was, until I got a flat tyre in the middle of nowhere, in the searing hot sun sign. Not sure how long it took Mike to change it, but once done it was now the hottest part of the day.

We cycled on and there was no shade for miles. Thankfully we thought to pack 3 sports drinks as well as 3 litres of water, and this helped.

The wind picked up quite strong and you might think this was a good thing, but it felt like it was blowing out of a hot oven.

We’d met a couple of cyclists at a small town, and the guy was suffering from the heat and feeling sick. They still had another 20kms to cycle to the place we were staying at, but I suggested they stop where they were. No point taking chances for the sake of a $50 hotel booking. Thankfully they did because the next 20 kms were brutal. No shade at all.

With only 9 kms to go, we found a shaded spot and rested. We were both on the verge of heat exhaustion.After a half hour break and lots more water, we decided to take the road route rather than the gravelled pilgrim route. Best decision ever.

Oh and hiring power assisted bikes was a good decision too. They really help at the end of the day and for climbing a hill in the hot sun.

66km tomorrow and a forecast of 40 degrees. Eeek.

Rest day

It was a high of 39 degrees today, hot hot hot.

We got up early to organise some bikes for the next few days as the thought of walking in 40 degree heat does not appeal. So we’ve booked our bikes and pick them up tomorrow.

There is a decathlon store 30 minutes walk away so we headed there for some cycling supplies. 1 hour later we find the store in the middle of nowhere. Turns out there was a free bus we could have caught.

I got some cycle shorts and gloves, and Mike bought some togs. While we were there we ate Macdonald’s. I know!

Anyway, tonight was much better. Still hot but we found a great bar. We sat down and ordered two beers. They reeled off a list of tapas we could have for free with our beer. We said, ‘you choose’.

So every time we ordered a beer they bought us a free tapas and it was fantastic. A great vibe and a great night.

It’s 11pm and still 34 degrees.

Atapuerca to Burgos – 20kms

Today was a nice easy walk to Burgos. My feet aren’t hurting as bad as they were last year, and my knee is getting better. I even managed to walk down the stairs like a normal person.

There are two ways into Burgos. The main way is through an industrial area, and the other is a nice walk alongside the river.

Mike sussed out the route but when we got to the turn off for it, there was a big X telling us not to go that way.

We ignored it and went that way, wondering why nobody was following us.

We walked around the airport hoping to see some planes taking off or landing, but it was deserted.

After about an hour of walking we saw the Camino signs again and picked up the river path. I don’t understand why they don’t offer it as alternate route.

Some other people got lost and spent an extra hour walking.

We are staying in a hotel with a bath and it’s pure luxury. I washed my clothes as I sat in the bath.

We had dinner with some people who we met on the trail, but the food was average and overpriced. Two of the guys kept ordering bottles of red wine, which was fine. Wine is cheap in Spain, usually only 1 euro per glass in a bar.

Anyway, the bill came. We’d had 3 bottles of wine for the table and the price was 18 euro. That sounded about right, 6 euros a bottle. Nope. It was 18 euros per bottle! That’s pretty common price in NZ but not here. We felt we were taken advantage of.

We are here for two nights so we’ll explore on our own tonight, see if we can do any better with the food.

Other than that, Burgos has an amazing cathedral. Even I was impressed. There were some cool statues too.

Walking to Burgos, way over yonder.

Belorado to Atapuerca – 30 kms.

Well, we made it. 30kms without too much pain.

We started the day with a record early start of 7.15am. We had time for a quick vending machine coffee then were on our way, no breakfast.

The first town had a cathedral built into the hillside, but no breakfast.

The next town had breakfast so we stopped for juice and tortilla. Yum yum.

It was an okay walk for most of the way. For the first half there were lots of little towns and we made sure to rest our feet at every opportunity.

Then we got to a bit where it was 12kms straight, no water and only a couple of resting places. And it dragged. A long road which never seemed to end.

After 27km we saw our friends from the previous evening relaxing by the side of the road drinking beer.

“Come join us,” they said.

“We can’t, we are booked at the next town, 3 kms away.”

“Stay, have a beer,”

“Mike, let’s see if we can stay here.”

“No, we’re booked in the next town.”

“Awww, but I want to stay and play.”

“No.” Was his reply.

So we said goodbye to our fun friends but planned to meet in Burgos. Under the clock at midnight.

Santo Domingo to belorado – 24kms

271 kms so far

We had a peasant start to the morning with a stale baguette dipped in vending machine coffee.

We started early at 7.35am to avoid the heat, and got ten minutes out of town when I realised I’d lost my sunglasses. So backtrack we did. Thankfully we found them back in town, lying on the footpath. Phew.

It was a fairly boring walk today alongside a motorway for a lot of it. There were many trucks barreling by, and a few of them blasted their air horns and waved at us. That broke up the monotony a bit.

We walked through fields of opium poppies, at least we think they were. I wasn’t game to try some in case I fell asleep.

We tried to book the next town which is 24 kms away, but they’re fully booked. Now we have no choice but to walk 30kms tomorrow, something we swore we wouldn’t do again.

Oh well, we’ll have an early night, or so we thought .

We had dinner with a couple we met a few days ago. He is from Peru and she is from Germany. Turns out we all get on really well and as well as multiple top ups of Red wine, the owner brings us shots! Yikes!

Oh well. Wish us luck for our 30 kms tomorrow. Eeeek

Najara to santo domingo de la calzada 21 kms

227 kms so far

Today was an easy walk. It’s the first day I’ve walked with almost no pain from my knee. The two days rest and two short days must have helped. Now my feet have decided to join the pain club.

Almost all the Americans we meet seem to complain about everything. Today they moaned about the hotel breakfast, the heat, the hills, the lack of wine tastings. Yep. They expect the wineries to be open to walkers for wine tasting, as if they’re gonna buy a case or two.

Other people probably moan too just we can’t understand them.

Anyway, now I’ve finally finished moaning about people moaning, there is nothing left to say. We walked. We ate lunch. We walked some more. We had a shower. We drank beer and ate dinner. The end.

Don’t forget Mike’s blog at www.wheresmike.co.uk . It’s surely way more interesting than mine.

Navarette to Najara – 17km

206 kms so far

Today was a much easier day. There was no ashplalt walking and this made all the difference. And the sun was shining again.

We booked our accommodation last night and are glad we did as the albergue is fully booked now. Weird, as last night we were the only ones. We must have been out of stride with the serious walkers.

Today, with not far to go, a walker from Hungary asked us how much further.

‘4km’ Mike replied.

‘Arrrgh.’ Hungarian guy replied. ‘I’ve walked 27kms already, Ive had enough’

Not sure why these people do it to themselves.

We’re in a neat little town beside the river. We hardly saw anyone on the wall today but there are loads of walkers here and all the hostels are booked out.

We had pasta for dinner and too much rioja. The end.

Hoping to Hear it through the grape vine

Logrono to Navarette – 16km

Today I took a tumble after leaving our hotel. Tripped over a cobblestone. Thankfully uninjured but have a sore neck, wrist, and elbow. Think I went all out to protect the knee.

It seemed to be a hard walk out of Logrono, lots of cars and noise and pavement. Once we got out of there it was much nicer.

We spotted a Chinese lady we stayed with a few nights ago. She is touring by bike, but her setup is horrible. She has a much bigger pack than us, and she’s wearing it on her back as she rides. She also has a blue pillow tied onto her saddle. And she spends most of her time walking her bike like Phoebe around central park.

We only did 16kms today but I was shattered by the time we got here. I think my late night tapas bar hopping have gotten to me.

Tonight we ate paella and drank rioja. That’s it. Oh. And we seem to be the only ones at our albergue tonight. Weird and kinda lonely.

Rest Day

Today we strolled around Logrono. My knee has become very sore again so pleased for a rest day.

I bought a new phone as I’d dropped mine one time too many. I also bought a lightweight pair of sandals as my jandals aren’t very comfortable for walking too far in.

We met up with an Australian lady we’ve been running into over the last few days. She’s a recovering alcoholic like me, although I’m more of a covering alcoholic at the moment. But hey, we’re in the Rioja region!

It rained this evening but we still managed another tapas and rioja night and are fully rested for another walking day tomorrow. hope the rain is gone by then.

Torres Del Rio to Logrono – 22 kms

Today we walked, and we walked, and we walked. It was another hot day and it was a hard walk into Logrono this afternoon.

We found the Tapas bar street and had an amazing selection of tapas/pintxos.

How it works is you go into one bar, order a mini drink and a small plate of something yummy. Then you move on to another place. So it’s kinda like pub crawling but with food.

We followed some locals as they seemed to know what they were doing, and we ordered what they were ordering. They thought it was funny that we were following them.

Some of the best food ever. One tapas bar only did mushrooms and they were amazing as their garlic buttery saltyness, dripped down our wrists as we ate them.

Then there was the pork cheek, oh so tasty.

We also had the best patatas bravas I’ve ever had, and some wagyu beef.

We are staying two nights in Logrono as it looks like a fun city to explore.

Oh, and our hotel has a bath, and a jacuzzi. Bliss.