Cold beer, silence and a water snake

The temperature was in the mid ninties, it was humid, the San Fermin Festival in full swing and I wanted some peace and quiet. Where else besides Beriain, an old village out past Pamplona's airport.

Olite in the afternoon

The apartment, where room I rented in Pamplona, was on the corner of a street named Calle Olite. It turns out that there is a town of the same name about on hour south of Pamplona. I had a day to kill before the San Fermin, so jumped on a bus to see what was there.

I wander ... and
sometimes get lost. - Ted




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