August 5th Markina Xemein

After rain in the early hours it was a slow start to the day.
It was a very steep climb from the campsite to get back on the camino.
It was muddy in places where the early walkers had passed through.
The day was mainly through a hilly forested landscape, mainly conifers, but not like the sterile conifer plantations in Britain.
A stop for a coffee at Olatz then it was remote country until Markina Xemein came into view far below.
The day had gradually became warmer.
I booked into an albergue for the night as I did not want to go any further.
The old town was intetesting with a good amount of Africans about, speaking Basque.
In the evening I sat in the centre people watching. Everyone goes out to meet and greet each other, or so it seemed.
The night was disturbed by people partying in the street close to the albergue