After arriving in Paris on time but terribly tired, thanks to no sleep on the flight from Hong Kong, we easily found the TGV station at Charles De Gaulle airport and within a couple of hours we were speeding across country in far more comfortable seats than the wretched air line seats. Unfortunately our train was late getting into Bordeaux so we missed our connection to Bayonne. Needless to say, I was not a happy camper! Fortunately another train came in and through gesticulations, broken English and ” je suis non-Angleterre” we were whisked onto the train for Dax by a very kind conductor called Jean Phillippe. At Dax we were able to pick up the train for Irun which, funnily enough, was the train that we had booked and we arrived in Irun at the planned time. After wandering the streets of Irun we eventually found our hotel down near the start of the Camino del Norte, Customary pictures taken on the bridge today means we won’t need to back track in the morning.
Today (Saturday) we wandered around Irun in the morning, enjoyed a cup of tea and people watching. Through some excellent detective work by Ann we were able to procure our Camino Passports. A quick trip to the tourist office and we were both armed with our guidebooks.
Feeling full of energy we decided to take the advice of our hotelier and visit the nearby township of Hondaribbia with its walled city. What a very pleasant surprise! Very few tourists and wonderful sights. Hondirribia’s history dates over 800 years to the reign of the Holy Roman Emperor, Charles V.