Exploring life
Ahh... and another night in a single room - in Burgos. Although this time it wasn't as relaxing as before. The walls were very thin and you could hear every sound your next- door neighbour made - and some of the sounds (if not all) you really did not want to hear... Anyway, a single... Continue Reading →
The French Way: Section Pamplona - Logrono.
The first section of the Camino Frances (French Way). From Saint Jean Pied de Port to Pamplona.
What are the advantages of the Camino Frances over other Caminos? And why can it be beneficial to walk the Camino solo? Is it good to prepare for the Camino? These are some of the questions I explored a little in this blog post.
We live in a time where globalisation, automatisation, acceleration dictate the markets, where people are under enormous pressure to perform, where human relationships are often rather superficial and fleeting, where there are happiness pills to make people more efficient and at the same time make them feel happy, regardless of whether body, spirit and soul... Continue Reading →
As I said, I had a rough night. What made things worse was that there was no other person in the hostel except of the German man in my room, who did not speak any Spanish or English - and thus, wasn't of great help to communicate with the outside world. I wasn't quite sure how... Continue Reading →
The next morning I hobbled into town to have breakfast and even more important to have a cup of coffee. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FR_Up1zDS8o The Camino started off a bit tricky that day. Someone had removed all the yellow arrows, so it was somewhat difficult to navigate my way. The police officer in Deba had given me a map... Continue Reading →
After a good night's sleep I felt rejuvenated the next morning. Yes, sleep is important and without sleep we have low energy levels, are prone to depression and our bodies and minds just don't function properly. I LOVE sleeping! I was being told that breakfast would be served at 9am and so I made my... Continue Reading →
The next morning I got up at 8am. As the Hungarian was still sleeping I decided to have breakfast first before packing my bag. At 9am sharp I left the hostel, took a deep breath in, said hello to all my fears (will I be able to find the way, a hostel, talk to people, will... Continue Reading →
And then I finally boarded the plane which brought me from Frankfurt to Munich (where I had just enough time for a beer) and then onto Bilbao. I arrived quite late and was immediately confronted with the language barrier which would challenge me again and again over the coming week. I managed to locate the bus which... Continue Reading →
