2017-09-22 Cajarc - Vaylats (38/345 km)

The English couple

If you have little to offer do it using colored shells

Horses - this first time a cart.

Cajac is not a big city, so soon I and we, since there were several of us, had climbed up to the road that eventually led us back over the river Lot.

Had back and forth company with a English couple. Good walkers. I met them briefely in Limonge-en-Quercy. They intended to stop there while I wanted to continue.

The day had started well walking out from Cajarc and looked fine with lunch at a workers restaurant in Limongne-en-Quercy but then things did start happen or rather not happen.

The theme of the day seemed to be horses. First a cart at the entrance of Limonge, then a group of six riders that passed me and I passed them when one of the hoses had got problems.

Now riding

I had aimed to stop at the gite at Varaire but that unexpectedly proved to be closed. Exceptional circumstances?!? I was not the only one lost so in Variare I found several pilgrims walking around not knowing what to do. One that had passed me earlier got a tip about a gite 8 km away. Carmelites? I guessed what it could be. Being the navigator I navigated the lost pilgrims out of Variare and two of us later passed the village of Bach where thy were building new and larger gites. But not for now so we ended up a bit off the route at the female convent (caramelits? I'm not sure) in Vaylats. Rather unexpected. We were well taken care of and invited to dinner.

Limestone landscape - look at the width of the wall

At the dinner in the convent my camera was handed back to me. Without me knowing it had at the reception fallen out of its carrying box attached to the backpack, but now it was back again. Hooray!

More shells

Each and every one of the pilgrims were expected to present them-self at the dinner, both for our self and for the very old nuns. Average, about 90 years of age? Since I'm so bad at French I started using that language but then challenged the audience by switching over to English. It proved to be an American girl from Virginia sitting at the other table. Her handling of French was not much better than mine.


You never know what is going to happen on the Camino/Chemin.

Un día con caballos y el non-planeado. Cuando llegué en Variare el albergue  allá estaba cerrado. Cuatros peregrinos confusos erraban la plaza en el pueblo. Pero todas problemas tienen soluciónes. Recibimos una propuesta de uno sitio 8 km más adelante. Un convento de monjas (¿carmelitas?) en Variare. Oigo Juan de la Cruz masculla alguno desde su tumba. Pero el convento estaba bueno.