The silicone earplugs work! The snoring walrus-colony was reduced to a gentle purr!
The Hospitalero was a jolly Spaniard, who kindly put me in a two-bed dorm, as opposed to 6. Up at crack of dawn(6.00am) to the sound of Irish jig music and out of the door at 7.15am - they lock up at 7.30am!
I set out with a group of about nine perigrenos, up a steep hill through woods, but then missed the yellow arrows to the Alpinista route. I was spared the gruelling ascent after all... the Camino had its own idea. I walked with three Germans who carried onto San Sebastián. I peeled off to a small fishing village, Pasaje San Juan, with charming old narrow streets and typical Basque houses overlooking a long sheltered inlet. Victor Hugo lived here!
The Albegue Santa Anna is a quaint stone-built building and has only 14 beds, so hopefully it will be a quieter night. The Hospitalero is another Spaniard, Alberto who keeps the place ship-shape.
Off for supper, hopefully sea-food by the harbour? I've walked 13 miles today.