What a night! Thirteen of us crammed into a dorm, wooden bunk beds that creaked if you so much as looked a them. Snorers! Lots of snorers! And just to add to the fun the mosquitoes were out in force and hungry. I bumped into one of the two Italian girls this afternoon. We agreed that it was probably the worst night so far. To make things worse everyone got up at about 5am. I tried to ignore them and sleep but soon gave in. I have no idea what they were up to, breakfast wasn’t going to be served until 7am and no one seemed to be in a hurry to leave. I was the first out just after
The early start meant that the first couple of coffee bars were closed when I got to them. I slowed down a bit and got to the third and final option at 9:01am. Miraculously it was open. I enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, catching up with a few familiar faces. In contrast to yesterday, the way was virtually deserted. Maybe the newbies were having a lie in? I had a chat with Rika (from Germany). She told me of a woman who, having started in Lugo, was disgusted by the smell of cow shit. So much so that she threw up! She will have had a tough day today, one thing the Galician countryside has a lot of is cow shit! 6am.
Today I got to the point where the Primitivo and the Frances merge in Melide. I have consciously chosen stopping points that I didn’t stay in last year. I wondered how much I would remember. Not much it seems! Melide seems to be clearing up after a fiesta. It does not ring any bells at all. Looking back, I see that I stopped here for breakfast and had my first ever churro. This time I arrived at 11am, checked into my accommodation, showered and sallied forth to find lunch. I only wanted a salad… I couldn’t even finish it because it was huge 
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