Wake up and realise how good the shutters were on the hotel window as it was 11:50 and we are to check out at noon, wake everyone up, freshen ourselves up then head off to find breakfast.
We sit in a pleasant cafe Joe, Phil and Myself enjoying a croissant and orange juice, Paul and Rob being more adventurous eating last nights tapas Discussing the previous evening we were amazed to discover that the previous night Phil, Rob and Joe tried to get themselves into a fight with the locals because they didn't speak english and then didn't leave the bar until it was light.
A pleasant drive over the mountains to Pamplona with only a few wrong turns making the journey more interesting. Reaching a petrol station on the outskirts of Pamplona, we needed a plan, unfortunately it was to drive almost back to Zaragosa before anybody bothered to listen to me telling them that we were heading the wrong way. At this point Mr Bunting bought a map which made finding a campsite slightly easier.
Arriving at the campsite in a small town called Olite about fourty kilometres from Pamplona we set up camp and then I decided to walk into town and see what time buses and trains headed to Pamplona, it seemed that we had missed them all and would have to wait until the following day. Which was probably for the best as we were all quite tired/hungover from the drive and the previous night.
No shops were open anywhere so we took a drive to the next town called Taffalla and had an enjoyable evening sitting outside a cafe.
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