Tue 29 Sep - Day 15: Atapuerca to Burgos 20km
287km walked. 498km left to walk.
The pilgrim gang of 6 that I had joined (6 including me) woke up in Atapuerca to a cool and fresh morning. We are clearly getting into autumn and away from the dryer areas as the temperature has gradually come down. This morning was positively fresh.
Picture below is from the outdoor area of the albergue in Atapuerca.
...and more sheep...
From the left;
- Ben from Cairns via Melbourne, Australia;
- Sophie from Germany;
- Aaron from Manchester, UK;
- Marg from Majorca, Espania;
- Val from Brisbane via Cook Islands and NZ;
- Burt from Rotterdam, The Netherlands, the new guy on the block at the tender age of 72.
Burt told me a great story of something that happened to him in the 70s.
Burt has worked on cruise ships and had been all over the world. In Osaka, Japan, late one night from 2am to 4am, Burt had a few glasses and chatted to a friendly bloke on a hotel terrace about anything and everything.
The following morning as Burt walked down to the lobby, there were lots and lots of people there including many young excited ones. He asked the reception what was going on and was told that Eric Clapton was in town, had done a concert last night, stayed at the hotel and would soon leave.
The lift doors suddenly opened and there was Burt's drinking buddy surrounded by security men.
Burt had been drinking with Eric Clapton for 2 hours without recognizing him.
20 years later, Burt worked at the Sports Palast in Rotterdam, a stadium arena for top band music and the like.
Eric Clapton arrived and Burt sought him out. Eric unexpectedly did not first recognize Burt, but when Burt recalled what they had spoken about, apparently Eric remembered as this was the first conversation that he had ever had which didn't include discussing music. Something that he was very grateful for.
Back to current Camino...
We had a late breakfast stop at a roadside cafeteria and I had a bacon and egg bread roll and an Americano.
I had bacon for the very first time since I arrived in Europe to walk the Camino. The bacon was delicious. How could it not be after such a long time without it?
First the Camino followed along Burgos Airport, then a rundown industrial area and finally endless rows of crappy seen better days apartment blocks. Several hours of totally uninspiring walking.
The most interesting we saw was this almost Art Deco restaurant that wouldn't look out of place in many South East Asian countries.
We managed to get a very good accommodation deal for the night in this very central hotel called Hotel Norte y Londres.
One 3 bed room and one 2 bed room were priced at a little over 21€ per person.
A proper bed each, with bed linen and towels and space. Sheer luxury.
the group and the Camino for a few days and Burt had already taken a bus ahead of us and checked in at the local albergue.
Me and Marg and Win had a delicious "Menú del día" at this place while the others went for... A drink. Or two. Or...
I thought that it was better to eat something first.
The below is apparently a "Patatas Bravas". Aaron ordered it. Hmm... Looked like fries to me.a few pics from the outside. The cathedral is huge and very impressive. Mañana for
I stopped in a supermercado on the way back to get some provisions.
Rio Arlanzon, in what you could call it a river, runs through Burgos. Plenty of bridges are crossing the river where this one has become yet another lock bridge.
View from our window on the first floor of Hotel Norte y Londres.