I tried tasting the dates plucked in a vineyard like this along the way but they were so sour!
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Camino de Santiago Day 2: Estella to Navarrete, Spain

Camino de Santiago Day 2: Estella to Navarrete, 74 km.

Previous Post – Camino de Santiago Day 1: Pamplona to Estella, 44 km.

Yesterday’s ride from Pamplona to Estella was just a practice run of 44 kms to test my bike and myself and see how it went. The 10 kg. The bags on the saddle weren’t much of a problem as I had feared, though I should have taken a lesser load.

This hill in Villamayor de Monjardin with a castle at the top is a long, hard climb that I didn’t attempt!

This hill in Villamayor de Monjardin with a castle at the top is a long, hard climb that I didn’t attempt!

Estella to Navarrete, 74 km.

It was tiring, and though I practiced religiously for almost 5 months in Kuwait, nothing came close to anticipating the difficulty in climbing the steep gradient of the rolling terrain, which alternated between wheat fields and wooded areas.

It was a choice between the usual pilgrim’s meal or mouthwatering shrimp paella for lunch.
It was a choice between the usual pilgrim’s meal or mouthwatering shrimp paella for lunch.
I tried tasting the dates plucked in a vineyard like this along the way but they were so sour!
I tried tasting the dates plucked in a vineyard like this along the way, but they were so sour!

So today I left early, headed for Navarrete, 74 kms. away passing through the beautiful towns of Los Arcos, Puente la Reina, where there was an old stone bridge dating back to the 8th century, and Logroño. There were many wineries along the route, and I fought the urge to stop by for some wine tasting! It was hot at 32 degrees, so every now and then I had to stop to refill the bottle from stores along the way.

Endless blue skies above the undulating carriageway somewhere in Los Arcos.
Endless blue skies above the undulating carriageway somewhere in Los Arcos. Camino de Santiago Day 2: Estella to Navarrete
Checking out the accommodation in this 9 Euros-a-night albergue.
Checking out the accommodation at this 9 Euros a Night albergue.
It was so windy that I couldn’t get a nice reflection of this iconic Romanesque bridge on the rippled waters of the Arga River in Puente La Reina.
It was so windy that I couldn’t get a nice reflection of this iconic Romanesque bridge on the rippled waters of the Arga River in Puente La Reina.

The road wound up and down the mountainous terrain, and every now and then, some cyclists overtook me, and we greeted each other with the customary Buen Camino! It made me wonder, though, why, in spite of being laden with stuff on their bikes, they still managed to climb faster than me. Was it their expensive bikes or did they simply have more leg power? Probably both, I told myself.

Leaving the town of Estella.
Leaving the town of Estella.
For some time, I used the service lane of the autovia before the highway patrol pulled me over and told me to use the camino side roads.
For some time, I used the service lane of the autovia before the highway patrol pulled me over and told me to use the camino side roads.

I stopped for lunch at a roadside restaurant in Puente la Reina that served what they call the Pilgrim’s Meal. For 8 or 9 Euros, you get a starter of salad or beans, a main course of the local dish (fish or meat), and dessert. Plus half a bottle of wine or water. I dunno, but I always craved for an ice-cold Coke, which I had to buy separately. The wine I did not touch for it made me feel woozy – not good for a tired cyclist!

The beautiful cloister of the church in Los Arcos.
The beautiful cloister of the church in Los Arcos.
I parked the bike beside this tall haystack to rest and enjoy the view as well as to get some respite from the noise of the traffic on the highway.
I parked the bike beside this tall haystack to rest, enjoy the view, and get some respite from the traffic noise on the highway.

In Logrono, I tarried awhile near the river that runs through the city and watched other cyclists cross the bridge, their flags waving on their panniers. Most of them were South American – Bolivia, Brazil, and Argentina – and made me wonder why I didn’t bring a Philippine flag, too. I was tempted to stay the night, but there were too many distractions, so I decided to push on for the last 17 km. leg as quickly as I could.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep but, excuse me, I had to pee!
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but excuse me, I had to pee!

On the last part of the way, it was all downhill, and I screamed with joy just for the sheer fun of it, like riding a roller coaster! My sore legs were ecstatic too that I had to pedal no further.

The twin spires of the cathedral in Logrono greets you from afar.
The twin spires of the cathedral in Logrono greets you from afar.
Cyclists from South America check their gear at the info station before crossing the bridge in Logrono.
Cyclists from South America check their gear at the info station before crossing the bridge in Logroño.

It was almost 7PM, with the sun still up, when I checked in at the local albergue (pilgrim’s lodging, also called hostales) after paying 10 Euros for a bunk bed you share with 4 or 5 other people for the night. There was nobody else except myself, which was good, for I craved some peace and quiet.

A lone peregrino walks along this beautiful landscape of the Navarre plains.
A lone peregrino walks along this beautiful landscape of the Navarre plains.
I witnessed a joyous wedding in the church of Navarrete. Mabuhay ang bagong kasal!
I witnessed a joyous wedding in the church of Navarrete. Mabuhay ang bagong kasal!

At the church, there was a wedding going on, and I watched and applauded along with the rest of the entourage waiting outside in the plaza when the bride and groom came out! Then I walked to a small restaurant nearby, where I ate salad and a big platter of grilled seafood, washed down with cold beer on the verandah while watching the sun go down.  All seemed to be at peace with the world.

Back in my room, the moment my aching back touched the mattress, I was knocked out for the night……

Note: This was my daily journal throughout the pilgrimage route, which took all of 12 days from Pamplona to Santiago de Compostela.

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Written by Al P. Manlangit

I'm a Filipino architect based in Kuwait who loves to travel everytime I get the chance to do so and shoot pictures. The genres that I explore are landscape, architecture and street photography which come in handy wherever my wandering spirit takes me. My travel/photoblog pretty much shows interesting places I've been to with short stories to tell behind each frame.

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