Day 3: The Start at Last! (St Jean Pied de Port to Espinal) After a breakfast of slightly stale bread and jam (the albergue's toaster wasn't working) a swift coffee and yogurt I was off! With my headtorch bouncing jubilantly off the old French stones at 6am, I started my trek across Spain! My left leg is strapped quite heavily and coated lovingly in volterol as it's been giving me grief in the build up to my Camino expedition; I'm quietly optimistic that it can...

After being whisked over the English Channel, France and the northern coast of Spain by a cosy easyjet flight, I found myself being barrelled onto what I hoped was the correct shuttle bus to Bilbao bus station. With the customary wailing child and stern faced Spanish women, with strands of grey running through their glossy black hair, I arrived at Bilbao on time for my second coach to Pamplona. The developing and spaciously laid out city of Bilbao stamps its ...