Saturday 23rd March 2012
Trip Start Mar 23, 2013
27Trip End May 05, 2013
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Where I stayed
St Jean Hostel
Get to Gatwick, have a healthy breakfast muesli dish thing and promise myself its the last health thing I do!
Planes on time, all aboard for a skylark. I knew it was going too well when the lady driver announced there was a warning light that needed fixing. They had to fix the bulb? Anyway, an hour delay to fix it and de-ice. Then we get to the runway and fire up the engines for take off, then the engines turn off? The captain then says sorry it seems there actually is an engine problem so back to the stand for the engineers to fix it! An hour later and de-iced again we get ready to take off, I am glad its not just me that's looking a bit sheepish by now! On the runway, engines burning, yes we fly! I am not usually scared of flying but I have to be honest and say BA finally did it!
Anyway, arrived in Bordeaux very late, fortunately I paid extra for the fully flexible train ticket so no problems
I had over 3 hours in Bayonne, I found a beautiful Cathedral for the inner spiritual refreshment and then found the Irish pub for different refreshment! As Nigel said, my motto for this trip was going to be "Never knowingly under-refreshed"!
Eventually I took the replacement bus to St Jean, it was very late so it really felt like home. We arrive into the beautiful historic town of St Jean at 9.00pm. Pitch black, so just followed the crowd to the Pilgrim office to get the Pilgrim passport and accommodation for the night. The Pilgrim passport is a card that is stamped along the way, it gets you into the cheap hostels and a certificate at the end of the journey. There is a lovely old man and woman both about 70 running the Pilgrim office. They give me my passport and a bed in a hostel up the road. We are so late there is very Little accommodation left but the old lady jokes I can share her bed with a wink!! Now I´m not lost for words very often, but that did it.
Anyway moving on to the very old hostel, six of us in a room with bunk beds. The hostels close at 10pm so I rush out for a quick meal, just back in time to be kept up all night by that fecking German snoring his head off. I gave up about 4.00 am and went out for a walk, arrived back for breakfast at 6.00am to find it was the same old couple from the night before. I had a lovely coffee, bread, butter and jam, I thanked them and then got a kiss on both cheeks and another wink from the old lady! Deadly Doug strikes again, I was ever so pleased to leave the place and start that long walk to the next hostel.