This day is all about calm. There’s no climb to wake you up, and barely any change in height. You walk through the pine forests of the Landes, along straight paths where mostly you hear only your own footsteps. It’s around 23 kilometres, and your mind can empty itself.
Sometimes it’s monotonous. That comes with the territory, and after all those weeks on your feet, it’s rather welcome. You settle into a rhythm and let the kilometres slip by.
As Dax gets closer, the scenery changes: more houses, more traffic, more life. Dax lies on the Adour and is known for its warm spring water. You walk into the town and see the river flowing past the old centre. Time to take your rucksack off.