Due to the problems with finding accommodation as we worked our way cross-country towards Belloc,
the next overnight stay was not very far by road, so we took a circular route around a dammed lake.
There we sat and ate our sandwiches provided for us by our host of the night before.
After crossing through wooded countryside, and meeting flocks of sheep typical of this area,
we arrived at the village.
We found the inn that we were staying in quite easily: it had obviously seen better days,
and we didn't have an en-suite bathroom, but this was anyway more
like the pilgrim hostels we were used to, and we felt we were helping support a struggling local business.
Although modern on the outside, we suspected that it had made a living from motor tourists who no longer came by,
and was now the centre of the village local night life, with few overnight guests.
The map on the wall showing the Basque lands as a separate country indicated the allegiance of the locals,
and we sampled the local Gateau Basque!
There was an unexpectedly beautiful church in the village, once we had located the correct house to borrow the key from.