Pilgrim fever! St James' day was a Sunday this year, so the pilgrimage is doubly holy. Fifteen thousand pilgrims have passed through Pamplona since the spring.
The staff in the pilgrims' hostel still look stunned when I arrive. Their bewilderment increases when I ask to stay two nights so I can go busking. "Are you ill?" No. They argue. Then call the boss. Boss ponders, then: "He can stay if he's ill." Muchas gracias... They're still arguing as I leave in search of accommodation. It's been a tough year.
Off with the pilgrim hat, on with the tromboning one. Busk in Pamplona's busy streets: I'm immediately approached by three …