Day Seventeen

I was woken by some very early risers going for breakfast, I had slept well so I didn’t mind. It was half past six, fifteen minutes and I’ll get up. I keep to my word and sling myself out of bed, and start a flurry of packing different bags, piling things left, right and centre. Why had I bought so much yesterday? Why had I taken everything out of the rucksack? Packing sorted and I’m ready to go. I had noticed my feet hadn’t improved overnight. Today could be interesting…
I leave somewhere in the middle of a precession of pilgrims, the one with the big camera, and biggest rucksack ever. It’s going to be another beautiful hot day but for now it’s cool and there’s a nice breeze.
After a couple of hours I begin to descend into Montcuq, my original plans had been to stay here. It looked a very pretty little town, but as I skirted around it and made my way onto another footpath I realised I’d missed my opportunity to get a photo of the town…
A couple of hours later and I could see a hilltop village coming up in front of me, I took a couple of shots but thought I’d get some more once there. Turns out the GR65 route once again skirts the village, another missed opportunity. I unfortunately don’t have the time or strength to take detours at present.
Finally, I see what can only be Lauzerte in the distance, again a hilltop town, dating from the 12th century. My stop for tonight if I can find a bed. The climb up is tiring but eventually I get there. I find the gite, a note tells me I have to go to the tourist office to book a bed. Ten minutes later I find the tourist office in the square, it’s closed?! I sit in a bar and have a coke. Thirty minutes later it reopens. I pay for a room, walk back to the gite and dump my gear.
After a few hours of wandering around I buy some bread and cheese, and head back for an early night, I’m exhausted…

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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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