Camino – Day I’ve lost count.
NOTE TO SELF:
Next time you want an adventure, how about we don’t take one during monsoon season, alright?
Thanks, all the best,
Today was by far the toughest day yet. I left ummm where was I again, Arzua, that’s right, Arzua. I left at 8am, and did 24km in the mostly pouring rain, through ankle deep mud in parts for about 7 hours.
Smugly pleased with myself for taking my back-up takkies in my day pack and changed into dry shoes at lunch time. It was worth it for the dry km before I hit the mud again.
Yesterday was so wet I bought a pair of waterproof pants, they are so hot.
Felt like a Hirt and Carter motorbike courier.
And they were awesome, kept me completely dry and snug until they tore 3km in. I kept them on anyway, very homeless man, circa 2013.
There´s very little glamour on this trip.
Phenomenal highlight of the day was arriving in Salceda and finding a divine, funny, thoughtful note left for me by Michelle, Cassidy and Tanika Sparks, from Jozi, who I met when I arrived and are hiking a day ahead of me, sprinkling crumbs, so I know where to go. Such an amazing family! Those girls are doing something unbelievably difficult with huge smiles on their faces.
Then had a shot of something with the bar lady and a couple of other pilgrims, just for luck. Look if one must hike twenty something km through the mud in Spain, doing it shikkered is probably not such a bad idea. Not sure what it was, but I liked it.
Hotel here is awesome, best yet, Camino Ways the tour company I booked through have been flawless. I see there´s even a leg massage machine in the lobby that takes 2 euros. I have a 50 euro note, do you think it gives change? Actually no worries, how many times does two go into fifty? I think I have my evening´s entertainment sorted.