76 km
I feared to hear some raindrops on the tent in the early morning, but it must have been something else. Starting from St Jean I had the choice between multiple tracks. One seemed to use the Camino for pedestrians. I took another one from Brig to Cabo Fistera. It started good an used minor roads parallel to the route national. That went fine until Valcarlos. From there it turned in the heights and used the Camino footpath, which is not a good idea with an heavy bike in the mountains. In order to reach the route national I had to cross the river, but the path was very steep -first down and then uphill- so I walked and had many efforts to keep bike and trailer under control. This took some time and sweat.
The route national was very quiet and had a moderate ascend, so I stayed on that track until Pamplona. After noon I reached the highest point 1057 m, the pass of Roland.
I had a little chat with 3 Belgians, who arrived at he same time.
After lunch it was a short distance to the next target: Monastery of Roncesvalles. I asked for a credential there, that is the document that identity a pilgrim and I got my first stamp in it.
On the way down to Pamplona I had to climb again several times to 900 m and 800 m, so it was not just one downhill run.
Several times the pedestrian Camino crossed my track and there were many walking pilgrims to be seen.
I stopped rather early on the camping, I’m the north of Pamplona, because I did not want to hurry through the town. The next camping would be in about 30 km.
Now I had time to dry my sleeping bag in the sun.
Paul

129 km
Today’s weather started cloudy but dry and developed to sun and a clear sky in the evening. The track ‘de oude weg’ bypassed Pau in a big quarter of a circle, but streets were rather big until I crossed the river le Gave de Pau. South of the river the first, lower mountains of the Pyrenees showed an alpine character. The roads do not just cross the heights, but there are decent serpentines and the climbs are manageable with acceptable efforts. The first pilgrims town in the Pyrenees was Oloron Ste Marie. In this town a lot of my gathered tracks cross, so I can choose which one I follow.
Next target was Mauleon for that I had to cross a mountain chain. Mountains? The pass having 350 m wasn’t as high as were I live in Zangberg, but the environment looks like 1000 m in the Alps.
After Mauleon I had to take the next pass, this time 500 m to reach the valley of St Jean le Pied. Here the only choice was to take the Route National, but traffic was OK on this Saturday and on ascending parts there was something like a bike lane.
I entered st Jean through the Porte the St Jacques in the old town and (walked) through the pilgrim’s shopping center.
I pitched my tent on the Camping Municipal, that is full of cyclists (individuals and organized groups.
Paul

128 km
Just as it was time to wake up it started to rain in Castéra-Verduzan. I packed all things n then had breakfast, but it remained to rain. In the wash- and toilet building a Dutch couple was waiting there; they just were able to draw their tent etc into the building, before the heavy rain started. We chatted about this cycle route – We met earlier sometimes on the road. They started in Maastricht 2,5 weeks ago.
About 9:15 the rain was nearly gone and I  started to pack my wet tent and started the trip for today. In The small village Biran I made a short stop to look inside the nice church.
In the valley of the Baïse it started to rain again, so I continued in rain clothes until Montesquiou, where I had my lunch break and the heavy rain had stopped. The sun did not show up today and from time to time there was a very slight rain.
This part of the track was on partly on roads with car and truck traffic and there were a lot of steep ascends and descends to cross hills of about 120 m height difference.
The route sometime stayed at height and between the grey clouds I could see parts of the high Pyrenees south of Lourdes.
After buying food and fuel in a supermarket I could pitch my wet ten in wet grass. Under the tent it became dry – thanks to the wind.
Paul