Day 20 - Coincidences and Conversations : Rocamadour to Labastide-Murat
This morning we shared a communal
breakfast in the little attic room under the roof of Lou Cantou, and then
set out on GR46, headed for Labastide-Murat. It was a beautiful walk
down the valley again, with the sunrise lighting up the town of
Rocamadour and the side of the valley. It was a steep climb out of
the gorge, but it was shaded with trees and not as long as we had
expected.
There followed a relatively pleasant
walk along shaded dirt tracks through countryside.
For most of the rest of the day we
walked along asphalt roads, which were hot and completely without
shade. It seems that some days provide many interesting sights and
experiences, but today we were unable to find inspiration, either
in ourselves or in the landscape. It was many kilometers of walking in
the sun.
We did pass through several small
villages along the way, but none of them offered any amenities. This
is something we have been wondering about since we began our hike,
but especially since we left the GR65. We pass through many villages
each day, which are neat and tidy, have houses with wonderful gardens
and sometimes laundry drying in the sun, but we never see any people.
The houses and businesses are usually shuttered and closed, and
there seem to be no stores. This can be quite vexing for North
Americans who enjoy a cup of coffee every 10 km or so, but more than
that, it is puzzling to us.
When we finally reached the town of
Montfoucon, we stopped at a picnic table beside a lake. There were
signs for a bar, so I hiked up the hill into town to investigate and
also look for the water fountain indicated on our map. The bar was
closed from 12:30 to 3:30, and the only water I found was a garden
hose. I returned to the lake and we ate one of the nut cakes we
bought in Rocamadour and had some warm water with it. It was a nice
break, followed by another 5 km of walking along the road, some of
which was newly paved.
The approach into Labastide Murat was
along another small lake, and then up into the town. Although
Labastide Murat is not a large town, it managed to be quite confusing
coming from the direction of the GR. We managed to find the hotel
where we are staying, and checked in. The cold shower was one of
the best things ever. After that we visited the bank, the bakery, the
grocery store, and a shop with postcards. As we were exploring
we ran into several other pilgrims wandering around looking for their
gite, which proved hard to find as well.
Once the chores were done we sat in
the shade on the patio outside our hotel and enjoyed a cold pint. As we
sat there several others we are hiking with joined us. On this same patio we met Bill, who is from Guelph, Ontario, and who is walking GR46, among things. He is in a similar field of work to us, and is involved with Hike Ontario, a trekking organization we are a part of at home.
We ended up eating dinner with Bill and Corinne at the hotel, which involved good conversation and good food (vegetarian burgers where the bun was replaced with zucchini fritters followed by strawberry tarts). What are the chances of meeting up with someone from another small town about 200 km from your home when you are halfway around the world? If nothing is coincidence on the Camino we can only speculate about what today's lesson was.
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