We pull in at 5 am and sit quietly for an hour or so at the bus station. Behind us a young man is feeding a hard boiled egg to a hard boiled kitten. In front of us a man punches another man in the face and all around us there is a strange calm. Or maybe we are slowly adjusting to the rhythms of Moroccon life.
Wednesday, 28 November 2012
Camino De Santiago in Pictures: Part 1 St Jean Pied de Port to Pamplona
Ollie and Anthony contemplating life on the way to St Jean.
Thursday, 1 November 2012
In Tents
The only sounds to break the cold stillness are the geese and the church bell. Each morning I wake up and slowly adjust, thinking about where I am now.
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