Camino de SANTIAGO day one…

Day one…. Pamplona to Cizur Menor 9km So I did half of my planned walking today. After getting hellishly lost in Pamplona because I followed the pilgrim signs out of town instead of towards the cathedral, I felt like my initial offering of 9 kms was enough to please st. James – note to self. Don’t get lost. If you are following pilgrim signs, they will always lead you out of town. Of my 9...

Day two… The altar of forgiveness…

Cizur Minor to Urtega They say that everything happens for a reason. Maybe my coming on this trek has a purpose… Other than to show me how much pain I can actually be in. God is famous for his desire for suffering, and I am suffering. God…. Am I suffering. Today I got up before first light. Two hours before, because I knew that the altar de Pedron was going to kick my ass…. And kick my ass...

Day three… What the fuck was I thinking???

So they say that day three is the worst day, when everything hits you like a ton of bricks and you generally feel like shit…. And I have to say that they are bang on. There was no getting up early and I certainly wasn’t raring to go. I don’t think I have ever hurt like I hurt in the morning. There wasn’t enough sleep and not enough drugs. Every step was like agony. Knives running through...

Krampnitz… Abandoned military base… or some form of infectious disease?

It’s a base, silly! This isn’t Pathology walks for health! Though as I was in the Charite hospital the other night to visit a friend, I could probably do both! ;) One of my side interests is historical ethics in medical advancement. BUT I WILL NOT DIGRESS! At least not this early. The WarWalksForHealth crew, which includes your favourite author and her willing vict- I mean friends, do not...