A long day that started at 4 am. The flight from Gothenburg to London went OK, but with a very tired man on board. Standsted airport had more people around than ever before and they had also introduced trains to the more remote terminals. And removed benches to sit on in the check in area. You are now also expected to do the passport control and check in the luggage yourself.
Tarbes has a mysterious airport. Lot of old jet aircrafts, even a 747, stood at the side of the runways. An airplane graveyard.
Lot of handicapped people on the plane. All wanting to go to Lourdes hoping for a wonder. So when all rented buses and taxis had disappeared it was only me left. Lesson of the day: never travel in France on the second day of Easter. Everything is closed and the first sign of that was that the airport bus never showed up as scheduled. So I had to take a taxi into Tarbes. The driver tried to persuade me not to go to Tarbes, but directly to Lourdes where they had better service. But he took me to Tarbes after all after I had told him that I wanted to walk from Tarbes to Lourdes. And as he said, everything was closed. But I got a hotel room and a pizza at the main square after all.
Was in contact with my two old German friends that now had reached Navarrenx near Oloron-Ste-Marie. Was unsuccessful in reaching Amelie and Anna back home, but I left them messages in various forms anyway. Amelie had her fourth birthday today. The day when she was born I was walking Via de la Plata through Andalusia. I wonder what she will be with such a grandfather?
Un día con vuelos, primero entre Gotemburgo y Londres y después al aeropuerto de Lourdes. ¡Y allí toda la gente continuaba hasta Lourdes con bus o taxi! Pero yo no. Deseaba empezar este camino a pie desde Tarbes. Pero dependiente que este era lunes de Pasqua tuve problemas con el autobús del aeropuerto. Por eso trové un taxi a Tarbes y después un hotel cerca de la estación ferrocarril.
Peregrino 