Ferme Esteben Borda - Itxassou

Good welcome, and very hearty meals to close a beautiful day of rando.

Like other comments, we were looking for a venta to drink coffee, we had seen the sign a little lower than there was a place for the hiker. Without notice that we were going back to the property, we removed the dog. Without panic, we turned back on the way with the dog to our ankles ready to trap us. We were scared. Once out of the property, they reminded the dog to order who stayed quietly. Obviously, the reputation is already made to banish.

Smiling and welcoming boss. For the rest we were disappointed. Meals, not bad but very fat, no possibility to choose anything from the menu... When you're on the 4th day eating soup and a omelette is heavy... Breakfast was mediocre and the room is not talking about it... we slept with polars and socks. It made super wet to the point that our clothes and hair felt moisture. Otherwise, it was nice to see these animals at liberty. For the rest, one night is enough. Too bad because there's a good potential to exploit. The room is not talking about it. We're cold, no pillow, just a little bite... It made super wet, to the point that all our clothes felt moisture as well as our hair.

A beautiful, very picturesque road of about 10km (a little narrow at the place) before arriving. The farm Esteben-Borda is a typical and very quiet place. The owner is very welcoming and friendly. A very rich and high meal at a very affordable price. I RECOMMEND it

From the road to the GR10, looking to fill our gourdes, we decide to stop at the Gîte de randonneur. Welcome without hi, we are told dryly that the hostel is closed but that there is a drinking water tap near the exit, after accusing us of not filling our gourdes earlier (no drinking water found between bidaray and the farm). The next day, on the return we will fill our gourdes with the indicated tap. The owner of the place then screams on us without the slightest courtesy that we are in a private property and that we do not have to fill our gourdes (even person who proposed the outer tap on the day before). We apologize that we thought that a hiker's cottage could offer water to them. She continues, with the same aggressiveness to tell us, I quote: Would you like me to come home to fill my bottles? Ha bah no you have no house you. On this remark, unfounded and insulting, we leave the place with a good day. We're being answered one last time in an execrable way before we slam the door. A highly unpleasant experience, especially as to the kindness and hospitality that we find in cottages usually.