Day 7: Hot Weather and Gravel Paths (Estella to Los Arcos) With Paolo and Khalid laced up and stretching homosexually with each other, we started off to Los Arcos, a fairly simple 25km jaunt away - soporific and horizontal. Glorious. We did have vague aspirations of trudging a little further, perhaps to Torres Del Rio, but we would assess our legs as we got nearer. All three of us have matching left leg straps in a myriad of colours, we look like a page from a...

Day 6: Italian Cuisine in Spain (Puente La Reina to Estella) The Spanish bloody love their Fiestas, at 6 this morning, setting out bleary eyed from my albergue and chewing contentedly on some cold marmalade on toast, there were hundreds of them still littering the street and clambering into coaches back to Estella and Pamplona! I was wildly impressed with their fortitude! Very early on in today's walk I happened upon a baby faced Arabian named Khalid. Despite...