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:
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.