Boo – Santander – Colden Common
I’d arrived in Boo on the Saturday, and my ferry wasn’t until the Monday. That meant I had Sunday, my birthday, as a day off. Jesus invited me on a road trip to Madrid, which was tempting, but it would have been 4 hours each way to spend the afternoon there. Aitziber, Jesus’s partner, was going on a girls day-out – impressive as she was 9 months pregnant and due to give birth anytime.
I spent the day with Uvi, who took me out to
Arzúa – Mondoñedo – Soto de Luiña
I got my water bottle filled with milk before leaving the farm. Even though they’d not gone to bed until past midnight, they’d been up before 6am and had delivered a calf while I’d been sleeping. I set out and had a relaxing day with several stops to drink the bottle of wine that I’d been given the night before.
Other than the wine, the highlight of the day was meeting Dani,
Porto – Viana do Castelo
I was having a lovely weekend at Laura’s place, and was planning on heading out on the Monday morning, but at around 2pm on the Sunday I decided to hit the road and see how far I could get done that night. I’d been looking at ferries back to the UK, and found one on the 24th from Santander that I could take. That gave me a week to do about 750km, doable but not much downtime.
I said my goodbyes to Laura and her brother before leaving just before 4pm on
Between Tomar and Coimbra I passed through a large number of quaint small villages bouncing on and off the camino. Even though I didn’t meet any pilgrims I did meet a lovely old guy called Carlos as I was walking past his house. He was outside gardening and greeted me with a Guten Tag, apparently he spent a few months in Germany. He apparently greeted every pilgrim that went past, something that seemed quite uncommon given most other people’s apparent ambivalence to my trip. He picked
While I’d been happy to wake up at 5am and be on the road by 6, the sun wasn’t coming up until past 7am and even then there was a slight chill in the air. I found myself in no rush to leave the Red Cross and no-one seemed to mind that I was there. I had no real need to get to anywhere at any specific time, and it was delightful after the previous looming need to get to Salvador in time for Carnival and my flight. While there was still the next goal – home by the 5th of March