We took the train to Hendaye and then walked across the bridge to Irun,
From there we walked through the town, pausing at the Albergue to see if we could get a stamp,
but unfortunately it was closed. We found a breakfast stop for tortilla in a local cafe,
and then continued towards the hills. Leaving the town, we met a couple of locals, one of whom could speak German,
and who showed us the way through the wildlife area and up the hill to a small chapel.
From there it was uphill to the hermitage of Gaudalupe, with a mixture of pilgrims and tourists in their cars.
It was straight up to the top of the ridge for us, then along with wonderful sweeping views of the ocean. From there
it was long, steep, slog ending on concrete roads down to the tourist port of Pasaia, just before a San Sebastian,
and the hostel of Santa Ana in a former convent, although unfortunately the church was closed.
Luckily we ended up getting the last two beds there, and had a look around the pleasant little fishing village,
ordering fish and chips and beer for supper.