I hadn't slept very well on the previous nights, but slept really well last night. I dreamt that Jess and Gina from EastEnders were fighting over me in a multi-storey carpark. Jess was winning convincingly until she slipped and fell to the floor, where she was immediately trampled by hundreds of flamenco mice, all lavishly dressed in tiny costumes and brandishing maracas. In the corner, a moustachioed toad was strumming the guitar frantically and wailing. As the mice elegantly tapped in unison over her crumpled, bruised form, you could just make out their soft, rodentia squeaks of "olé!". Gina laughed menacingly as she stroked her beard. I then woke up. I wonder what it means? Anyway, the day started out with us having breakfast at the hotel. Well, it was actually the café bar next door that had the same name and was supposedly attached to the hotel. The receptionist at the hotel gave us a little ticket and said that if we had breakfast there we would get a guest discount. Did we bollocks! Firstly, our breakfast was half the size of the locals around us. Then, when we approached the bar to pay, the barmaid was really rude and said they had nothing to do with the hotel! She then went nextdoor and fetched the receptionist, who told us to go and pay at the hotel to get our discount, so we did. However, when I was presented with the bill, which included the payment for the room, we realised that we didn't actually get a discount at all! Despite this, though, it was a great hotel and room, and I'd still recommend it for a stay in Tolosa. The walk today was all asphalt path again, and heading out of Tolosa we had the river and N-1 highway both vying for our attention, though there were still some nice green parts that briefly wandered away from the road and felt more like a nature reserve. After the town of Alegia, the path joins a road and unfortunately runs alongside it for the rest of the way, apart from the odd respite when walking through a nice old town. The weather was fine until around Ikaztegieta, when it suddenly began to rain heavily, forcing us to stop under a nearby tree, on the side of the road, to retrieve our ponchos from our backpacks. Fortunately, before we left England, I'd cunningly chosen to conceal mine right at the bottom of my pack, meaning I only needed to spend 10 minutes trying to find it in the pouring rain, and remove merely half of the contents of my pack out onto the road in order to get to it! I'm not just a face you know! :D In the next town of Legorreta, we holed-up in a nice little bar and waited for the rain to subside before continuing. By the time we'd reached the next large-ish town of Ordizia, the sun was back out, we'd pretty much dried out, and we quite fancied stopping in the nice-looking old town for a bit, but we soon realised that there was some sort of festival on and, as a result, every shop was closed, and every bar and café was completely full, so we sheepishly walked on, passed all of the locals enjoying themselves, and headed off on the final few kilometres into Beasain. We walked through the old town on the way to our hotel, and saw a number of nice-looking bars, cafes and restaurants, though as we needed to wash some clothes, we opted tonight to go to the nearby supermarket and have dinner in the hotel room, in which not much works.

Hiking/Backpacking

Autonomous Community of the Basque , Spain

time : Sep 10, 2025 10:48 AM

duration : 5h 37m 46s

distance : 19.5 km

total_ascent : 497 m

highest_point : 228 m

avg_speed : 4.6 km/h

user_id : fineartjones

user_firstname : Neil

user_lastname : Jones

I hadn't slept very well on the previous nights, but slept really well last night. I dreamt that Jess and Gina from EastEnders were fighting over me in a multi-storey carpark. Jess was winning convincingly until she slipped and fell to the floor, where she was immediately trampled by hundreds of flamenco mice, all lavishly dressed in tiny costumes and brandishing maracas. In the corner, a moustachioed toad was strumming the guitar frantically and wailing. As the mice elegantly tapped in unison over her crumpled, bruised form, you could just make out their soft, rodentia squeaks of "olé!". Gina laughed menacingly as she stroked her beard. I then woke up. I wonder what it means? Anyway, the day started out with us having breakfast at the hotel. Well, it was actually the café bar next door that had the same name and was supposedly attached to the hotel. The receptionist at the hotel gave us a little ticket and said that if we had breakfast there we would get a guest discount. Did we bollocks! Firstly, our breakfast was half the size of the locals around us. Then, when we approached the bar to pay, the barmaid was really rude and said they had nothing to do with the hotel! She then went nextdoor and fetched the receptionist, who told us to go and pay at the hotel to get our discount, so we did. However, when I was presented with the bill, which included the payment for the room, we realised that we didn't actually get a discount at all! Despite this, though, it was a great hotel and room, and I'd still recommend it for a stay in Tolosa. The walk today was all asphalt path again, and heading out of Tolosa we had the river and N-1 highway both vying for our attention, though there were still some nice green parts that briefly wandered away from the road and felt more like a nature reserve. After the town of Alegia, the path joins a road and unfortunately runs alongside it for the rest of the way, apart from the odd respite when walking through a nice old town. The weather was fine until around Ikaztegieta, when it suddenly began to rain heavily, forcing us to stop under a nearby tree, on the side of the road, to retrieve our ponchos from our backpacks. Fortunately, before we left England, I'd cunningly chosen to conceal mine right at the bottom of my pack, meaning I only needed to spend 10 minutes trying to find it in the pouring rain, and remove merely half of the contents of my pack out onto the road in order to get to it! I'm not just a face you know! :D In the next town of Legorreta, we holed-up in a nice little bar and waited for the rain to subside before continuing. By the time we'd reached the next large-ish town of Ordizia, the sun was back out, we'd pretty much dried out, and we quite fancied stopping in the nice-looking old town for a bit, but we soon realised that there was some sort of festival on and, as a result, every shop was closed, and every bar and café was completely full, so we sheepishly walked on, passed all of the locals enjoying themselves, and headed off on the final few kilometres into Beasain. We walked through the old town on the way to our hotel, and saw a number of nice-looking bars, cafes and restaurants, though as we needed to wash some clothes, we opted tonight to go to the nearby supermarket and have dinner in the hotel room, in which not much works.