Day eight, Logrono to Najera
Monday June 10
Another hard day of 30km
It's funny how you get all psyched up to start the day, then something goes wrong.
I started with a couple of calls on Messenger soon after 6am (thanks Ol and Gubby), but was packed and ready for breakfast at 7am. Sadly, the dining room was closed. Breakfast on a weekend or festival day isn't until 7.30am Who knew it was a festival?
I had a slightly worrying little blood blister on the side of my heel, so I slid a needle and a bit of cotton through it, leaving the cotton there so it could drain, as recommended.
I was on my way by 7.45am and kept up a good pace. It was 3km to the edge of town, but I didn't make any navigation errors, knocking out the first 10km in just under two hours.
I made the lovely town of Navarrete by 10.15am, so with 12km under my belt stopped for coffee, orange juice and a sandwich.
The grapes are grown in incredibly stony ground and the soil is rich red clay.
Another coffee at Ventosa, at just on 20km. By now, my innocent blister had become a bit of a problem and I had a repeat of the long drag over the last part of a 30km day, hobbling in to the town of Najera on exactly seven hours, with 29.5km showing on the clock.
I was busting for a beer, but this hotel doesn't have a bar. The supermarkets are closed (siesta or holiday?), so I had a soak in the bath, had another go at stabbing the blister and in frustration went off to a bar with the hope that some photos would load while I was away.
I had an email from my friends Martin and Lyn, who had rolled in at about 5pm to find their suitcases hadn't arrived from Logrono, so the evening is currently in limbo.
It's a funny thing. The nondescript bar around the corner turned out to be the place everyone went to for dinner. I sat at a table alone, then in walked Martin and Lyn. Then a friend of theirs. Then we met the Texans who I haven't mentioned, but I met them early in the day and Martin and Lyn walked with them awhile. They were with my old mate Connor, the Irishmen. Finally, the Dutch and Romanian women - the only other people I'd spoken to all day (apart from the Texans). What a riot.
Got back to my hotel and my photos had all loaded (but not the ones I'd taken on my phone - I still can't get that online.
So here you go - today's photos from my camera - https://photos.app.goo.gl/yNmgS7up4T5e5gv59
And the download from my watch:
https://app.suunto.com/move/petergibbs/5cff36bdd85e3955559a113e
Another hard day of 30km
It's funny how you get all psyched up to start the day, then something goes wrong.
I started with a couple of calls on Messenger soon after 6am (thanks Ol and Gubby), but was packed and ready for breakfast at 7am. Sadly, the dining room was closed. Breakfast on a weekend or festival day isn't until 7.30am Who knew it was a festival?
I had a slightly worrying little blood blister on the side of my heel, so I slid a needle and a bit of cotton through it, leaving the cotton there so it could drain, as recommended.
I was on my way by 7.45am and kept up a good pace. It was 3km to the edge of town, but I didn't make any navigation errors, knocking out the first 10km in just under two hours.
I made the lovely town of Navarrete by 10.15am, so with 12km under my belt stopped for coffee, orange juice and a sandwich.
The region is known for pottery and wine and I got lots of photos. I hope the wifi will allow me to get them online soon - maybe an album at the bottom of the page later.
The grapes are grown in incredibly stony ground and the soil is rich red clay.
Another coffee at Ventosa, at just on 20km. By now, my innocent blister had become a bit of a problem and I had a repeat of the long drag over the last part of a 30km day, hobbling in to the town of Najera on exactly seven hours, with 29.5km showing on the clock.
I was busting for a beer, but this hotel doesn't have a bar. The supermarkets are closed (siesta or holiday?), so I had a soak in the bath, had another go at stabbing the blister and in frustration went off to a bar with the hope that some photos would load while I was away.
I had an email from my friends Martin and Lyn, who had rolled in at about 5pm to find their suitcases hadn't arrived from Logrono, so the evening is currently in limbo.
It's a funny thing. The nondescript bar around the corner turned out to be the place everyone went to for dinner. I sat at a table alone, then in walked Martin and Lyn. Then a friend of theirs. Then we met the Texans who I haven't mentioned, but I met them early in the day and Martin and Lyn walked with them awhile. They were with my old mate Connor, the Irishmen. Finally, the Dutch and Romanian women - the only other people I'd spoken to all day (apart from the Texans). What a riot.
Got back to my hotel and my photos had all loaded (but not the ones I'd taken on my phone - I still can't get that online.
So here you go - today's photos from my camera - https://photos.app.goo.gl/yNmgS7up4T5e5gv59
And the download from my watch:
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