Starting out on the Camino on October 10. Still in St. Jean Pied de Port
"La Porte d'Espagne" - the Spanish gate. Where the Camino officially starts in St. Jean Pied de Port. Before you head up the Pyrenees.
Pilgrims heading up Route Napoleon to cross the Pyrenees. Beautiful weather on the first day.
View of the mountains from the climb up the Pyrenees.
Climbing the Pyrenees. Not exactly rock climbing but the pulse gets up and you get to sweat.
Beautiful scenery when ascending to the pass between France and Spain via Route Napoleon.
Other pilgrims walking up Route Napoleon. Beautfiful view into France
Beautfiful view into France
Route Napoleon, still in France. Bright sunny day. Beautiful
Nice water hole on Route Napoleon. Still in France
Route Napoleon. France
Beautiful flowers near the Camino in France. Not at the top of the Pyrenees yet.
The first of many milestones with remembrance stones
Still in France. Approaching the top of the Pyrenees.
Sheep in France
We thought this was the border with Saint statues but it was not. La Vierge de Biakorri
Lovely grass field in front of the the Saint statues, La Vierge de Biakorri
Lovely grass field in front of the Saint statues, La Vierge de Biakorri
Saint statues at "La Vierge de Biakorri", shortly before the Spanish border
Eagles flying in the wind
Cruz de Thibault
Cruz de Thibault. In memory of resistance people tortured to death during WW2.
View of the Pyrenees
765 km to go according to this sign at the French side of the border. Here St. James is "Saint-Jacques". We call him "Jacob" and so do the Germans
Finally at the French-Spanish border, "Fuente de Roldán". The lady is Australian, I found out.
The French-Spanish border, "Fuente de Roldán". No passport control
The French-Spanish border, "Fuente de Roldán". No passport control for humans. But animals have to demonstrate ability to cross that grid
Beautiful autumn day when entering Spain through wood.
Hilly landscape. Still in the Pyrenees at some 1400 meter altitude. We started out in 300 meters at Saint Jean Pied de Port
Hilly landscape. Still in the Pyrenees at some 1400 meter altitude. Beautiful autumn colours.
Fortín Wellington. Finally we reached the top. Now it is downhill. Which turned out to be more difficult than uphill.
Horses in the mountains. No fences, we could tell. Wonder how they catch them. With food, probably
Downhill through wood into Spain towards Roncevalles.
The monastery at Roncevalle where I ended up sleeping. It had but large dormitories.
Sign next to the monastery. This is via road, though, not the Camino.
My German friend, Stefan, with whom I drank a beer at Roncevalles. Well then another, then .. I think we stopped at 5. Boy, it was good. Stefan and I are still in contact.
A dormitory at Roncevalles. 100 beds in each but lots of privacy. No gender separation. Excellent quality, excellent bathrooms. I think they have a total of more than 500 beds. Run by voluntaries. No complaints about my snoring....