Suzi's Quattro

The Estacion de Autobuses in Pamplona provided welcome shade one concrete level below the esplanade.

We, homeward bound after a week's walking, joined the newly-arrived, and mainly American, peregrinos. Their pristine walking-gear contrasted with our camino-worn garb.

We queued to buy 16 Euro's worth of one-way ticket in the wrong direction, back to St Jean Pied-de Port on the French side of the Pyrenees.

Considering the white-knuckle experience the next ninety minutes would provide, and the rising cost of fairground terror, the price was something of a bargain.

Suzi, five-foot three, lean and in her late twenties, parked her Harley-Davidson in front of the staff canteen. A perspex badge on her leather jacket informed us that she was in the employ of the bus company. The jacket matched the tight black trousers, which did little to mask Suzi's gender or the five euros in small change in her back pocket. Her Santiago boots, presently grinding a cigarette-end, may well have been a hushed tribute to the Camino. In any case, they set off her five visible body piercings nicely.

For Suzi's full story, click HERE...

For Suzi's Popping Pilgrim song, click HERE...if you are brave!