Day 3. VG: very ghastly

Bit of a crunch day because I needed to find somewhere to rest for a couple of days - and I failed! Managed to get to Vitoria-Gasteiz: it was only 40k from Amurrio and I walked up the big hills. However the hamstring is quite painful and obviously needs a rest. VG, despite Pablo's econium, is a dump. At least the outskirts are:  mile after mile of modern six-storey soul-less concrete blocks that do nothing for the needy soul. TJ tells me that there's a medieval centre but it's hard to imagine! 

And, after a long search, the hostel proved to be closed. Completely inoperative. Fortunately the wonderful spanish people in a local bar rallied round and, after a lot of hand signals, phone searching and general brouhaha  identified a possible camp site only a mile away, right on the edge of town. It's a bit ropey and the ground is like rock and there's no-where to store your stuff - but, hey!, the manager is a nice old geezer and the beer is good.

Needs must. 

Alas tomorrow is Sunday so I suspect everywhere will be closed. I might leave the kit in the tent and head into town to find the medieveal bit and the train station, just in case there's a link to Pamploma. 

So it's tough. I find myself several times a day at a kind of 'what the shit do I do now?' moment. I feel that I'm heading deeper into the heart of darkness or, alternatively, up shit creek but, in reality, it's just my hamstring (and the excess weight) that's the problem. Not madly enjoying most of it but this is pretty much the boring prelim before the main course, so perhaps that's normale.

The camera never lies...but it does reflect how one sees things.