Friday 15 July 2016

July 15th Lescun, the French Pyrenees

Well the journey here from Dorset was a micro adventure.
5 bus rides to Brockenhurst, (bless having a bus pass), where I camped tucked away near the train station. In the morning I caught the first train to hget my flight to Paris. After a while I flew to Bordeaux, but my backpack didn't arrive.
A four hour wait at the airport then on to get the last train to Pau. I arrived in Pau at 11pm to the biggest, loudest firework display I have seen, what a welcome. That was followed by music that was incredibly loud.
I found a grassy spot not far from the station to camp. The music did not finish until 2am.
I caught the train towards Lescun, then decided I would go on the waiting bus to Canfranc in Spain. (Ben and I walked from here 2 years before.) It is such a spectacular journey, I couldn't resist it.
I caught the return bus after 2 hours back in beloved Spain, to get off for the steep walk up to Lescun for the lovely campsite and a much needed shower. I was here in 2013