8 April, 2011
Today was hard. A leisurely stroll along a river, and then a brutal 500-metre climb up a stony path, some meandering along forestry roads, another 400 metre climb, a few hours of pleasant walking on the roof of the world, and then a long descent to our next stop.
Renee was kind enough to walk with me. Normally, I can almost keep up with him on the flat, but he bounds ahead on the climbs.
It's becoming a habit. We lost a half hour in getting out of town, and almost retraced our steps along yesterday's path.
It is reassuring to have company in lonely areas where there is no water for 20 kms and you're not likely to meet anyone along the road. When you come to a confusing sign, you can always discuss it.
At noon, we came upon a picnic table, and who should be sitting there but Jean-Pierre, the third man.
So now, after eating a pizza, the three of us are spending the night in the communal gite.
It must have been 30 degrees today. With the heat and 900m of climbing, it has been an absolutely exhausting day. And more of the same tomorrow.
And so to bed.
Never tired pilgrims' limbs affected slumber more.