BikePamplonaThree

Left our converted monastery under sunny skies.  Easily back into the hills. Today we travelled through a large national park area. There were many sites for bushwalking, canyoning, rock climbing, cycling and paragliding. Being Saturday, we saw many people enjoying the opportunities in the Pyrenees. We stopped at a recommended “beautiful village” to discover that it was also the point for a walk to Neolithic cave paintings. While Tony waited...can you see him?...I explored the town. People were lined up with hard hats before they were let onto the path. ( spot them in the left corner) Fortunately I had seen some paintings like these in France, near Foix. 

Passed some more interesting rock formations, of which there are countless, and then finally reached Pamplona. The GPS threw us some curved balls today. ( and, no guide this trip Jen) Unfortunately Tony is the one who needs to sort them out as he has the map, the GPS and Siri talking to him!! 

A large part of the final valley that we rode through was extremely dry. We edged a very large dam that reminded us of Eildon near Bonnie Doon, complete with stranded boats and boat ramps 10’s of metres above the water line. 

However, the technology did lead us successfully to our accomm. I had my doubts when we arrived...it looked like a modern museum. It was just as clinically modern inside, complete with the ability to use your thumb print to access your room. Not my cup of tea at all. 

Tony decided that he needed a rest, so I caught a taxi into the town centre to search for bull running evidence. Not hard to find. They do remember you Blake!! There appeared to be a festival of some kind happening, complete with a street market, roaming puppets manned by teenagers and a variety of buskers. The old town centre was certainly lively, with happy hour in full swing. 

A taxi back to the hotel and a quiet night for us.