Day 23 September 18 Moissac to Auvillar
23.3 km 412 ascent 379 descent 5:50 hr. 16⁰C
Down for breakfast at 7:30 am, ready for the
day. Jim told us there was a way to avoid the big climb of the day, by walking
along the Garonne River Canal. This sounded like a great idea.
It was very cool, not cool enough for a fleece but maybe my hiking blouse (which I mainly use to protect/avoid a sunburn, when necessary).I got by with just my t-shirt.
We very soon crossed the river Tarn and started
to walk along the Garonne canal
along an asphalt path lined with huge ‘elephant’ trees that are full of holes that look perfect for birds to nest in.
I’ve called them ‘elephant’ trees, because the trunks look like elephant legs, but we don’t know what they are called. The bark is multi colored – with the different colors in the shape of puzzle pieces. We’ll see if we can figure it put.
along an asphalt path lined with huge ‘elephant’ trees that are full of holes that look perfect for birds to nest in.
I’ve called them ‘elephant’ trees, because the trunks look like elephant legs, but we don’t know what they are called. The bark is multi colored – with the different colors in the shape of puzzle pieces. We’ll see if we can figure it put.
There were lots of pilgrims setting out. It was
lovely. You could see the actual river through the trees off on the side. It is
a very large river and we could see some marina’s along the way, with lots of
boats. There were also a lot of locks along the canal. I kept looking back for
Jim, who I expected to catch up to us to early on.
Russell had us convinced that his GPS track for
the day was itself avoiding the climb. At around km 4 we crossed over a bridge
to the other side of the canal, near a lock, and headed off in the opposite
direction. I imagine the back tracking had something to do with the location of
the bridge. Beats walking on water to get across. We then headed off into a
farmer’s field and turned back in the original direction. We were following the
GR65 markers, we were not consistent with the GPS track. The GPS guy, at this
point, seemed to follow the (busy) road.
Well, it didn’t take long before we were
confronted with a steep climb. Whoops! Oh well, as I said to Russell, it was
probably better than staying along the canal. The asphalt path wasn’t agreeing
with my bursitis, and there wasn’t really a shoulder on the path to cushion the
way.
Km 5 to 10 was like a roller coaster. The ground
was greasy clay (great for the boots which I had finally managed to get cleaned
off), but magnificent views of the river and surrounding valley. At Boudou (biggest
single climb of that part was about 100 meters) there were services for pilgrims,
thank you people of Boudou – you have no idea how much we appreciate it! We
also saw two pilgrims at the church at the top of the hill.
Just before the last, and greatest climb of that 5km stretch (about 115 meters), I stopped and filled in some time finishing my tea. The other two pilgrims were close behind, and I wanted to let them pass before we started up. One of the pilgrims was from France and had the biggest back pack I’ve seen on the Camino. I thought, if Kristjan ever decided to walk the Camino that would be the size of his back pack. He really hates to leave anything behind when he travels! The other fellow was from Belgium, but didn’t seem to be able to talk English. So far, everyone we have met from Belgium has spoken at least some English.
Just before the last, and greatest climb of that 5km stretch (about 115 meters), I stopped and filled in some time finishing my tea. The other two pilgrims were close behind, and I wanted to let them pass before we started up. One of the pilgrims was from France and had the biggest back pack I’ve seen on the Camino. I thought, if Kristjan ever decided to walk the Camino that would be the size of his back pack. He really hates to leave anything behind when he travels! The other fellow was from Belgium, but didn’t seem to be able to talk English. So far, everyone we have met from Belgium has spoken at least some English.
I’m kind of worn out from the long distances and all the climbing along this stretch, and wanted to be able to take my time going up the hill. We got to the top about the same time as the others anyway, but there was less pressure to perform this way. Like I said, I don’t have anything to prove. On the other hand, I do have my pride, and a bit of a competitive streak.
We stopped at the lovely municipal park at Malause and had our lunch. There were picnic tables, potable water, and several boats moored there. One of the boats came with three little dogs that seemed to be having a great time. Several families were also about, biking, jogging, and enjoying Sunday.
Before crossing the rather magnificent Pont de Garonne, which was built after the 2nd World War to replace a wooden suspension bridge,
we passed through a rather obviously man-made forest of poplars. It was phenomenal. All the trees in line, like in Mortal Combat.
Initially known as a Gallic-Roman city, Auvillar, until the 10th century, fell victim to a number of invasions, particularly by the Normans who fortified the village on the hill.
around 2pm and were greeted by Jim. He said he had been there awhile and was waiting for his room to be ready. We went in, and the rooms were now ready. The fellow was escorting us to our room, and I started to run through the usual drill, what was the wifi password, could we get some wine glasses, when we were interrupted by the lady owner of the hotel saying no wine glasses, come down to the bar if you want to drink. I said, ‘how about just plain glasses?’ She just didn’t get it. The fellow leading us just rolled his eyes at that point and gave us the key, which was attached to a cute little stuffed turtle, and told us where the room was. I instantly thought of how Kristine would love the turtle key charm!
We realized we hadn’t established when dinner or breakfast was, and Russell went back down to inquire. He was presented with two wine glasses and told dinner was at 8pm and breakfast was 7:30-10:30am. Jim was just getting into his room at the time, and Russell told him the good news about dinner at 8pm. Even 7:30pm is too late for pilgrims. You end up eating and going to bed. Digesting dinner and getting to sleep don’t really go together well.
It was their last night, and they had arrived at Terminus. We got a real kick out that, and asked if they watched the Walking Dead too, but they didn’t.
We said our good-byes. After I thought, we
should have exchanged e-mail addresses and blog addresses. It would be so nice
to hear of his safe arrival in Santiago, and how the journey went.
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