Day Two walking from Roncevalles to Larrasoana (25km)

There were twenty of us on bunk beds in a dorm room last night. We had one shower and toilet to share. Lights went out around 10pm and bags started rustling about 6am. When I started out there was a slight mist, but it wasn`t very cold. Most of the trails were on small dirt paths passing through forests, farms and small towns. We were still in the hills of the Pyrenees, but it was mostly downhill.

To find the camino there are many signs. Often it is a shell (Coquille St. Jacques in french), a spray painted yellow arrow, two white and red lines which correspond to the French GR 65 (Grande randonee), a little figure with a backpack and walking stick and on one occasion I saw a woman stick her head out the window and point me in the direction to go.

It was another long day of walking which lasted just over eight hours. My feet, legs and shoulders are sore. Larrasoana is also a very small town ( I am not sure if I mentioned that there were no houses in Roncevalles). Here there are houses, but no stores or restaurants. The albergue sold spaghetti so that was supper.

Two curious things happened today. The first was while walking in the woods I heard a strange sound and so I stopped. Someone called out: `Tranquilo, tranquilo`which means quiet, it´s okay and then I saw the two hunters standing just behind a tree in front of me loading their rifles. The second thing that I saw that was a little out of the ordinary was an abandoned house in the middle of the path that was lived in by cows. I was lucky because I guy who walked by after me saw some of the bulls who walked out of the house onto the path.

More adventures to come, but now it is time for bed.