The Italians (Antonio and Fabio) got up at 5am this morning and turned on the lights so they could see what they were doing! The microwave was going and the hot water system revved up every time they used the tap. They woke us all! (All 10 of us that is, as our albergue was tiny.) Anyway, we stayed in bed until everyone else stirred, repeated the same process and left. We were last to leave again. It’s becoming a pattern.
It was very dark with no street lights, and ages before we found a yellow arrow. Walking on the side of the road in the dark is not ideal when there are trucks around, but eventually we found our way to the track and were rewarded by yet another beautiful sunrise.
The walk was absolutely wonderful today. We sauntered through farms, actual paddocks, and were shaded by oak trees. Every now and again we were treated with a gentle breeze and the stench of the artfully dodged cow poo and sheeps poo . With the warmth of the day, and all this poo around us, I found myself employing the Aussie salute for the first time. The lack of bugs has been very noticeable until now. I actually swallowed a fly yesterday, coughed and spluttered, almost vomiting, remembering that James once said to me that wherever there are flies around, they have probably just come from a fresh cow pat or some such delight. I had my jaw clenched shut today!
My bladder was nearly bursting at one stage, and as there was no one in sight,(Only came across two other pilgrims today) I decided to enjoy the view and be at one with nature. This is what I saw when I stopped …
Loose granite rocks kept us from admiring the view too much as we had to watch every step, But it was so enjoyable having cooler air at last. The scenery today was amazing, with a bit of greenery around, and a few hills, we were much happier. We sang the Lonely Goatherd song as we climbed the hills, driving each other mad, as we couldn’t get it out if our heads for the rest of the day! So annoying!
These pictures don’t show just how steep it was but you can tell from my little movie that it wasn’t a walk in the park
We are now in another small albergue and sharing a room with 6 men of various nationalities. The Italians and Salvador Dali and his friend chose to walk the 38km walk today so we probably won’t see them again. Not sad that the Italians have moved on as they seem to have no regard for others’ comfort or space, but we will miss the French guys. They were a lot of fun.
We finished off tonight with dinner at a tiny bar in the walled part of the city. As we were too early for the restaurant (7.30), the barman rang his wife and she rushed down to cook especially for us (carrying a very sleepy little boy that she must have woken up) So kind! We walked around the walls of the city and came back to bed…. Good night