A major plus of staying in an albergue is that it brings us into the company of a community
of shared interests. In the afternoon of arrival we met up with a Spanish couple
from Barcelona and we were able to listen totheir comments on the recent demomstration in their city for thr independence of Catalonia. At dinner
time K had fun using her French with a couple from the French Basque
country.
The albergue at Ages (pronounced "Arg As" ,we wete told ) confirmed the advcie given to us that we should avoid the breakfast offered in such places. We were the last to turn up because I slept in till 730 and though it was still within the designated bours, there was only cold coffee, no butter and only one small sachet of jam left - all for 3 euros for each of us. Worse, there was no one there to complain, for it seemed the private owner simply set up the self service breakfast early in the morning and left. Most of the pilgrims got up very early to start a long walking day. Fortumately for us, the next village of Atapuerta was less than 2 km away and it had a shop serving proper food.
Beyond Atapuerta we climbed a rocky hill at the top of which we could see the city of Burgos to the west. But it was so near yet so far, for the route soon veered south when we descendsd the hill and had to walk through 3 small villages none of which showed much life apart the last that had a pub. Our friend Sue L once said that Sydney was dead (compared to London), well she aint' seen nothing.
After a short lunch break, we followed the route past the boundary fence of Burgos airport to the outermost Burgos suburb of Villefria. We did not think that the 7 km along a main trunk road not unlike Sydney´s Parramatta Road was quite spiritual, so we took the bus to the centre of Burgos. Not surprisingly, there were more than half a dozen other pilgrims in the bus with us.
The albergue at Ages (pronounced "Arg As" ,we wete told ) confirmed the advcie given to us that we should avoid the breakfast offered in such places. We were the last to turn up because I slept in till 730 and though it was still within the designated bours, there was only cold coffee, no butter and only one small sachet of jam left - all for 3 euros for each of us. Worse, there was no one there to complain, for it seemed the private owner simply set up the self service breakfast early in the morning and left. Most of the pilgrims got up very early to start a long walking day. Fortumately for us, the next village of Atapuerta was less than 2 km away and it had a shop serving proper food.
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| What Kay thinks of the albergue at Ages. |
Beyond Atapuerta we climbed a rocky hill at the top of which we could see the city of Burgos to the west. But it was so near yet so far, for the route soon veered south when we descendsd the hill and had to walk through 3 small villages none of which showed much life apart the last that had a pub. Our friend Sue L once said that Sydney was dead (compared to London), well she aint' seen nothing.
After a short lunch break, we followed the route past the boundary fence of Burgos airport to the outermost Burgos suburb of Villefria. We did not think that the 7 km along a main trunk road not unlike Sydney´s Parramatta Road was quite spiritual, so we took the bus to the centre of Burgos. Not surprisingly, there were more than half a dozen other pilgrims in the bus with us.
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