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The train to St. Jean |
... was 5 minutes delayed, then it became 20,
then 50. Oh no! We couldn't afford to be late because we still had to transfer
trains to Bayonne and from there, get on the train that would take us to the
bus to St. Jean. I know, I got confused myself. :D
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They were making announcements about what to do,
where to go and what's the next stop, but of course we couldn't understand any
of these. Good thing there was a kind lady who translated for us what the train
manager said and every other announcement that was made in connection with our next
destination. She even guided us to our next platform. It turns out that she
just walked a week to Santiago, but she didn't have the time to finish it yet.
All she asked in return was that we think of her when we get to Santiago. I
swear, angels abound.
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The pilgrim's credential |
It was getting late and we were cold, hungry, tired and starting to get desperate. Good thing we saw hotels on the main street. So, Anj started asking around while I stayed with the bags. We took the cheapest room we could find since we'd only be there the next 11 hours. Finally, we were able to breathe in relief, warm up, wash up, make the final arrangements for our bags to be picked up and look for a place to eat. Which was not easy either since most of the restaurants were starting to close. But, thankfully, we found one. Did I mention how much I love how cheap everything is in comparison to Paris? :D In any case, it was a satisfying meal, at a price that Paris can't beat.
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