I’m a day late (that annoying thing called work getting in the way), but I’m finally here in Irun: a French / Spanish border town in the Basque country that is the official starting post of El Camino del Norte, the 825km walk across Northern Spain that I’ve been banging on about to anyone who would listen for the last couple for months, and the reason I started writing this blog in the first place. (Just in case I haven’t bored you to tears about it already, I’m doing it to raise money for the charity Rethink Mental Illness).
And I’ve just had a severe attack of disco belly having seen my first yellow waymarker (photo above) for the journey. I’m sure I’ll get sick to death of the sight of them after 5 weeks, but right now I’m just extremely grateful that I don’t have to get up in the morning and ask someone the way…
I’ve also just picked up my ‘Credencial’, the Camino passport that I have to get stamped at every stop along the way, all of which seem to be strategically placed about day’s walk away from the nearest bus or train station (not that I’ve checked). I quite like the photo on the left, but the one on the right is slightly closer to the truth. At least there’s a drink at the end of it.