A level walk out of Estaing, following the here tranquil Lot:
But there are steep climbs and cold weather ahead. This stage presents panoramas, especially of the massif to the north.
Day’s end was at Golinhac, where demi-pension entitled me to dormitory accommodation but also a complete restaurant dinner with new friends. And more panoramas while we ate.
I distinguished myself in the company by having traveled half the distance of the other pilgrims at our large table. They must have been impressed, since they all wore surprised expressions when told I’d come only from Estaing. I was then treated with a kind of embarrassed benevolence, especially when I declared my intention of stopping at Senergues the next day, only twelve kilometres distant.
But they were a merry company, those pilgrims at Golinhac! Jacques the Girondin refused to even let me drink water after I tried to convince him that Sydney Rock Oysters were superior to anything from Atlantic waters.
I must admit to a tinge of competitiveness the next morning. A young lady was dawdling in the foyer, in an obvious attempt to be the last to leave.
That’s my gig, honeybunch!