Day 4: A Blistery Trek (Espinal to Villava) Waking up this morning at a spritely 5am I had a foul look on my face, I am HATING this! It's lashing down with rain, my shoulders and legs are killing me and I've got a 25km trek in front of me. Having grumbled away the morning in 4 long hours of hiking I finally arrived at Zubiri, a small town in the heart of a lushious green (and wet) valley. The only road in and out was the black smear that I had followed for ...

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...