| Distance | 20.6 km |
| Time | 5hrs 20 mins |
| Difficulty | 675m climbing |
| Good for | Occasional glimpses of ‘proper’ mountains |


Ochagavia was quite a typical small town in Navarra, positioned as it was on a river and with street names and signs written in both Spanish and Basque. Larger than Aribe it was known for producing cider, something we all imbibed the night before. Waking up to equally good weather as yesterday we walked along then over the river and made our way up a gravel track.
Traversing through the Pyrenees requires a town to stop in every night to obtain rest and provisions. Every day starts with a fairly steep climb, then a transversal along the ridge until a drop down to the next town. The problem with that is invariably the beginning and end of the day has limited ability to see very far because the assent and descent are normally through Woodland. Today was no exception. In fact the first 14 km was on the same gravel track through trees making the day somewhat monotonous. Here is a typical view that we had for the majority of the day. Andreas picked a good day to take a day off.


We had occasional glimpses of the ridge line we had walked along yesterday over to the north, our left as we headed east.
After several hours of walking uphill in the trees, we reached Collado da Saitsederra where the gravel path veered off to our right whilst we continued ahead onto some green pasture. Ahead were the white capped mountains we had first seen yesterday all looking much nearer than we had expected.


A little further on us was a magnificent view of the whaleback ridge of Peña Eskaurri. This would occupy us on stage 8.
All too quickly, we were back into the trees and starting our descent towards Isaba. The guidebook was not wrong in its description of it being steep. His a typical shot of Jason using his poles to great effect as we descended towards the town.


Occasionally the trees parted sufficiently to show the landscape and of what lay ahead.
With a bone jarring final descent, we reached the outskirts of Isaba where we were met by the now very familiar GR11 noticeboard.
