Orthez – St Jean Pied- de-Port
82.1km, 6hrs 16mins, 1422m total
climb
After a very good night's sleep in the
very nice cosy hotel bed with a very comfortable mattress, we got up,
packed up and got back on the bikes. After taking a few more pictures
of the outside of the hotel we left Orthez alongside the GR 65 (the
walker's route).
After about 20km we got to Naverrenx. A
pretty medieval looking town with still completely intact town
walls with 4m thick walls of different layers. We stopped and had
lunch outside the hotel de ville. For a while now we noticed that
town names on signs were written in two languages – one in French
and below in Basque. Basque seems to look like a cross between a Celtic Language and Mexican! We now were in Pays de Basque, but still on the
French side. This and the road signs to Pamplona clearly meant that
we were heading in the right direction towards Spain and hopefully
sunshine. It was nice and sunny while we had lunch but we started
seeing dark clouds crawling up behind the houses. We quickly finished
up our sandwiches and just as we got back on the bikes it started
raining again – heavily this time!
We had the first glimpse of the
Pyrenees in the very distance today. Not so intimidating as the Alps,
but actually a welcome relief from all the rolling countryside of
South West France!
For today's route Greg had planned two
little stops just off the route (about 1km) to look at some chapels
which are supposed to be a must-see on the St Jacob's way. We only
looked at one, but it was definitely worth it. It was one of the more
bodged-up ones and from the outside it looked more like a farm than
anything else. There were lots of walking pilgrims when we arrived. It was very pretty inside covered with
colourful wall paintings. I decided to make a donation of 2.50EUR.
The second one we could see from the road and was just another small
hill-town with a central chapel. Picture postcard perfect, but also
something we have seen a lot of already. We also decided not to use
the Pilgrim's Credential book, or to collect the stamps from all of
these places. If we had signed up for that then we would be stopping
a lot more regularly at these places. We are only out for a cycle
really!
There are two kind of French towns on
the pilgrims route we have encountered so far – the bigger ones
that have the old city with old buildings and churches but also a
modern part which is more industrial and the ones that are just
little villages that are very medieval and traditional. Arriving in
Jean Pied-de-Port was strange and didn't really fit in either of
those categories. It wasn't very big, but extremely busy and buzzing
with all nationalities of walking tourists – not just the French
that we had so far met. We cycled through town along the main road
and it all looked more like a busy ski resort town in Switzerland
than a popular pilgrim's stop, everyone dressed in Goretex and
carrying poles, alongside plenty of street bars where people were
sitting out on the roadside in the sun. We cycled to the campsite
with the intention to set up first and then come back into town
later. The campsite was empty. We set up the tent in our usual
routine, had showers, paid for the camping and headed back into town
for some food.
We ended up having dinner in a – not
sure how to call it – pilgrims diner/restaurant. They offered a
“menu de jour” (starter, main, pudding and a glass of wine or
cider) for 12.80EUR. We got sat between a lot of other walkers
(squeezed on the same table) – on our left a Dutch couple who
chatted away to an American woman, on our right a young shy Korean
couple. This felt like a hotspot for walkers and we found out that
most people start from Jean Pied-de-Port as it is very close to the
Spanish border and as there are two or three routes from different
origins running through the town.
Dinner was simple but nice. After a
nightcap of red wine sitting outside in the sun in another bar, we
cycled back to our tent and fell asleep quickly. Tomorrow –
Espagne!
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| Pyrenees spotted in the distance |
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| The little church that was a 'must see' |
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| Dripping with history, still looks like a barn though |
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| Mmm, sandwich - good. |
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| New addition to the frame - fishing rod! :) |
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| New wheel - stronger |
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| Basque below French. I think ETA want it the other way around. The carved crucifix is smaller than the sign for it, but very old and very popular. |
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| A new landscape - at last! |
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| Lunch stop in the sun |
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| Proudly Pays Basque |
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| Navarrenx walls |
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| Head towards the big purple clouds... |
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| Loving the weather again |
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