Karen P

I don’t know whether it was tiredness or fear, but when I could hear everyone getting ready at some ungodly hour and talking with excitement, I stayed hidden in my room. It was relief that when I came down, most people had left, giving me time to process where I Continue Reading

Orisson to Roncesvalles – 17.4kms Surprisingly, apart from a little overnight mishap, I slept amazingly well. At some unknown hour, I woke up needing to go to the toilet and carefully climbed down my bunk to try and avoid waking my bunk mate or anyone else in the room. That Continue Reading

Roncesvalles to Urdaniz – 26kms I was so terrified of the trek over the Pyrenees, but that was a piece of cake compared to this stretch. This day broke me. I had a rough night’s sleep with a bad tickle in my throat and despite being awake at 5:30am, I Continue Reading

Urdaniz to Pamplona – 18kms After my wonderful pep talks from everyone, I got up in the morning with only a couple of hours sleep, pulled on my big girl pants and headed off with determination. This lasted all of 2kms. My legs felt more and more like cement and Continue Reading

Cizur Menor (via Pamplona) to Puente La Reina – 22kms My chest infection flared up badly overnight and thinking I needed to look after myself to make it to the end, I made the difficult decision of catching a taxi a couple of kms up to Cizur Menor so that Continue Reading

Puenta la Reina to Lorca – 13.5kms With the combination of my feet, my chest infection and utter exhaustion, I’d decided to do a much shorter day and only walk to Lorca. I’d had a lovely man from Barcelona sitting next to me at dinner the night before, so I’d Continue Reading