17th September 2018. The Basque country was now behind us, we avoided the duff, crashed into a closed basilica and collected nice bonus miles.
September 16, 2018. The sinister encounter with the giggle Korean close to the giant spider. We glide on Krupp steel and move from bar to bar.
September 15, 2018. Farewell to Hannah, Monte Avril up and down, a man without a bite at the well and a night in the cheese chamber
September 14, 2018: We saw another sign of life from Katrin in the monastery, did not understand the purpose of the ox arena, met the mystic giggling Korean again, defeated our desire to kill Stijn, and yet we were able to end the evening on the terrace of the hostel with a nice evening with…
September 13, 2018: What can happen when you are accompanied all day by two Dutch nurses, even if one of them is male. A lot of nice things…
September 12, 2018: Due to lack of the wrong equipment, we escape the threat of beeing committed in bullfights, I cheat the way to Deba, we drink wine from beer glasses and experience Alaskan sawing excelence.
September 11, 2018. The stupid face navigation worked very well, we passed thousands of steel shells and we learned in the monastery how to drink red wine from a small plastic bottle.
September 10, 2018. there was a rude awakening and the need for a self-performed outpatient procedure, followed by the best breakfast of the Camino and Trail Magic with a nice – together with Katrin – walked stage.
September 9, 2018: On the first few metres of the stage, alcoholic poisoned corpses paved our way. We met a couple of super heroes on the mountain Jaizkibel, Pasaia was “pretty in pink” and the Camino took its first toll.
September 8, 2018. Over 1000 kilometers across France. Instead of owls to Athens we involuntarily carried a baguette to Paris. The French police recognized and accepted us as pilgrims right from the start.