We left a bit apart. Blaž , the young Slovenian, the Koreans and me. Where and when the young lady went none of us knew. We saw no trace of her. A hilly path. Up and down. But we made progress. We joined up, Blaž from Slovenia and me. Started to walk together. Had coffee in Ogeu-les-Bains. And I even arranged to have an extra “sandwich” with cheese and ham to have as back-up in my backpack. Wise from yesterdays experience. Long walk along the river in a forested landscape. Had lunch (my sandwich) at some fallen tree trunks. Passed “le Pont du Diable” (the Devils Bridge, small version).
Passed the crossing with GR653 (or GR65.3 as it is called earlier and still in Spain) and then continued into Oloron-Ste-Marie. Rather big city. The GR, quite unexpectedly, passed over a hill and then steep down. For the city view, I guess.
Found the gite. Good reception – but no food. Blaž and I went out to buy some food. Located a big Carrefour shop and bought what we needed. The went back to the gite and fixed the dinner = spaghetti. The Koreans joined us and later we formed a choir that sang Beatles “Yesterday” and the old academic song “O jerum, jerum, jerum. O quae mutatio rerum!” and more. Fun!
After that Blaž and I went around the city to the old cathedral – now seemingly abandoned and a bit in decay. Then back to bed. In the room there were now also two other French men that had arrived meanwhile.
Un día cuando yo un grande parte caminaba con el joven hombre de Eslovenia, Blaž. Un día cuando formábamos un coro coreano, esloveno, sueco que en la cocina cantó “Yesterday” de Beatles y el viejo canto académico “O jerum, jerum, jerum. O quae mutatio rerum!”.
Peregrino 