ALWAYS book a hotel with air conditioning, no matter how much extra it costs.
Suffered an endless night of drunken debauched teens shouting and screaming, and mopeds ring-a-ding-dinging - all because we couldn't shut the bloody windows because it was too hot...
Never mind, wide awake at four o'clock gives you a unique opportunity to lie in bed and brush up on your Spanish language book.
Still, morning dawned eventually and we checked out, and took breakfast at a combination bakery/coffee shop en route.
We (I) decided last minute to change route and head to St Jean Pied de Porte, and pick up the N-215 across the Pyrenees - perfect!
At 435 metres up we found this church,built so high to ensure it would obviously confer a "Nearer my God to Thee" status on its congregation. Or not.
Pit-stopped for coffee at Rencevalles which is a major stop-off on the Santiago de la Compostela route. Sadly, we'd forgotten our scallop shells.
Arrived in Pamplona to sweltering heat, again, and walked around town to get our bearings.
See the scallop shells...!
Tour of the city walls.
Pintxos at The Gaucho.
Have a go if you think you're hard enough...
No, we didn't have one...
The hotel floor fits perfectly with my sense of symmetry...
And on to Bilbao tomorrow.
