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The city of Burgos is kinda huge, a fact easily realized as you slog along miles and miles of industrial outskirts. Even Pamplona was less aggravating.

After crossing about five freeways (with drivers not giving a shit about the posted “Careful, Pilgrims” signs), I made it into the city proper to be greeted by this:

Well, someone had to paint a giant Concha on their facade, might as well be the guys who live in one bedroom concrete bunkers.

Burgos is all about El Cid, Pilgrims, and fighting. Oh, and making money from all that history, but the Stamp was free, which was much appreciated.

At night, I was kept up by my bunk mate … having some late night fun. Couldn’t wait to get back into the Meseta and away from that many people.

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