An ambiguous title but there’s logic here. We’ve arrived in Bayonne and tomorrow we’ll make our way to St Jean Pied de Port C-Day -1. The following morning, C-Day, we start. So, what’s Bayonne like? Bayonne is a charming town sitting on the river Adour. When we arrived, the town square was cordoned off and the square was full of people. We thought some protest was afoot but no, there was a local rugby match being televised and the whole town was out to support their team. The square was alive with balloons of Sky blues and white and the match was being televised on a massive screen in the town square. What an atmosphere!
We decided to get our train tickets to St Jean Pied de Port as it was a 7:45am start. Quelle domage, no trains on Sunday due to strike! Luckily we can get a 3:00pm bus so we have a day to kill in Bayonne, not difficult as they have a festival on this weekend.
Left early to walk to Rayleigh, just a 3 mile hike to get us used to the back packs. Arrived in time for a coffee before catching the X30 to Stansted. Bus pass came in handy for me but youthful Deb had to pay £16! Ha, and they say it’s no fun getting old. Deb decided to sit at the back of the bus so getting the back packs down the gangway was like a scene from Airplane with few passengers avoiding a hair makeover.
Made it to Stansted and spent a leisurely few hours eating, then onto the plane. The safety talk advised us that ‘in the unlikely event that we should land in water, life jackets could be found either under the seat or above our heads’. Now, I don’t know about you but if I should suddenly find myself plummeting towards the ocean from 30,000 feet, I really don’t want to play hunt the f@?&# life jacket! Luckily, the flight was uneventful, which is exactly the way they should, although the landing was a bit slippy, slidy. Still, not so much to go wrong once you’re on the ground. Any mishap at that stage is confined to two dimensions.