Day Six

For the first time in a week, I had breakfast. Well ok I had a glass of juice, a slice of brioche and half a cup of tea, sweetened, no milk. My bag was already packed, I just needed to pay, get stamped and get the hell out of here… Breakfast, pah, I don’t have time for breakfast. I have landscapes to cross.
(Obviously still had my vitamin pill and spirilina, goes without saying)
Setting off just after eight, the sun was already warm. I only had 4km to reach Nasbinals, it was just too far the night before.
From the quiet streets of Nasbinals I began to climb back up to the high plateau of the Aubrac, passing to my right the border of three departements – Cantal, Lozere & the Aveyron. (I should mention on Saturday after passing the Domaine du Sauvage I crossed from the Haute Loire departement into the Lozere). Now I was crossing into Aveyron. The way was very busy today, I must have come across 20 walkers, not all pilgrims, some just walking to Figeac (about 5 days walk).
After climbing to the highest point all around I then began my decent to Aubrac.
My feet and the chaffing were under control for now, so despite wanting an easy day, I decided to carry on walking to my planned stop for the night Saint-Chely-d’Aubrac, a further eight kilometres on.
See the thing is, going up is hard work, it’s tiring, I’m sweating, I just want to collapse in a heap. But downhill, jeez, if it says downhill it’s usually a stoney perilous pathway, so steep you need to take dolly steps and within half an hour your feet are burning up!?!
I arrive in Saint-Chely, 21km later, at a modest 1pm.
Being in France I keep forgetting, everything stops at twelve, until usually 3pm. So I stop in one gite, no one there until 3pm, now the really annoying thing is I saw a sign for another gite on the way down into the village, that’s right, I’m now walking back up a friggin hill to find it again! Done, and despite being closed I ring the doorbell, yay, they answer, I have a bed for the night.
Now all those downhill lethal paths have not been kind to my feet. Apart from that today has been stunning. I did however start talking to myself in a film noir third person kinda way, very disconcerting, especially as the green hairstreak was involved…
(it’s a butterfly)

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About waytosantiago

The way of St. James is one of the three largest Christian pilgrimages of the world. I intend to walk one of the many routes which begins in le Puy en Velay, France. The route has been trodden by many weary souls, looking for answers, looking for adventure, for the obvious religious reasons, or just walked for the sake of it. I first came across the route about 6 years ago whilst reading Paulo Coelho’s ‘The Pilgrimage’, I decided maybe something could be learnt from spending so much time on the road in solitude. Being the kind of person that lives to work, these ideas were put on hold whilst my life moved steadily forward. Recently I’ve found myself longing for adventure and decided it was time to begin planning. Another thing I decided was if I was going to do this, I may as well try and raise money for charity along the way. So the story begins...
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2 Responses to Day Six

  1. Mike Davey says:

    Looks like your foot to me? not a butterfly.

    (Note to self phone the men in white jackets for Tom. Apparently you get a room to yourself and a new wardrobe (well one jacket anyway) with extra long arms to keep your hands warm.)

  2. Hey Tom are you still alive?

    I checked in last night for an update but there was nothing 😦

    You need some Hippo Gloss http://www.hipoglos.com.br/ for your chafing.

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