2k trek back to the Camino meant I was keen to get started early start this morning but not so keen that I changed my alarm! For once I was asleep when it went off. I was on the road by 6.15am and I knew that there would be far less elevation gain today so I wasn’t too worried.
This morning was the first day that I felt that an extra layer might be needed. It was marginal, so I decided not to bother and just walk faster. It was foggy which meant my field of vision was severely limited. In a collection of houses that dared to call itself a village I found a weird collection of statues that appeared to have been rescued from churches and a dinosaur! There was also a tractor on an elevated train track. Or maybe I was hallucinating due to lack of caffeine! At about 8km I found a bar selling coffee and saw the Spanish couple and the German girl I’d met previously. Believe me, until you’ve tried to explain the phrase ‘hair of the dog’ to someone with limited command of the English language you haven’t lived! There was no sign of Courtney, the only English speaking pilgrim I’ve met on this Camino. It seems that she wasn’t planning to leave Bruma until 7am - an hour after the three she had been walk with.
The fog threatened to become rain and it can’t be denied that this country desperately needs rain right now. At one coffee stop the news channel was broadcasting reports that the wild fires had reached Lugo where I was this time last week. I put the waterproof cover on my back pack but left my jacket unworn. I’d rather get a bit wet than wear a waterproof jacket! The noise drives me to distraction. It has to be bucketing it down for me to bother. And I’ve asked myself every single day why I packed waterproof trousers! Even in tne torrential downpours I had on my way to Finisterra last year that was 175g of kit I didn’t use.
The fog limited the views, it felt very hemmed in all day. The walking was easy, overall downhill, mostly on asphalt with a a few trails through eucalyptus plantations.
There was an approximately 5km stretch alongside a very busy dual carriageway. Not exactly inspiring! This was followed by a route through an industrial estate to get to the centre of Sigueiro. I know it can’t all be stunning vistas and the glory of nature, but I’d rather not have juggernauts racing past! There was a brief respite just
before the end of the town when the Camino went through a park and over a medieval bridge.
Sigueiro is a largish town. It even had a sports shop - I managed to pick up some spare socks in case my remaining pair don’t make it to Santiago. I had a delicious salad and a couple of beers in a great cafe. I could happily eat there again for dinner tonight -
I will have to see if they are open for dinner. Then I returned to my accommodation for a siesta. It is a largish town. It has a lot of Albergues. The chances of being in a dorm with people I have already encountered are small… and yet…
Just after I lay down on my bed (no bunk beds here) in my 6 bed room who should walk in but the three young Spanish guys from Betanzos. They have not learned any dorm manners. Ah well, it is only one night. I’m currently drowning then out by listening to the ‘Rumors’ album at full volume on my headphones.
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