Lucio to Sarria
Just a couple of pictures from last night's Albergue. I was the only pilgrim sleeping there, so no one was disturbed by my snoring!
Now today began as yesterday ended, with rain. Undaunted I set out and made Samos within the hour. A bar was open, so in for a cafe con leche. Just before that I saw this amazing building, stunning.
The rain in Spain falls mainly on the Martin, I joked in a text to Nikki. It has however after two solid days penetrated rucksack cover and rucksack, boots, clothes, so much so that on arrival here in Sarria the entire contents are drying out on the spare bed. The rucksack is hung over a door, my gaiters on a clothes hanger as is my hi vis, coat and rain kilt. Even the dry bags got damp, although that could have been condensation.
Much of today's tramping through the countryside was punctuated with attempts to not put my boots underwater. The track became a river from time to time making this very tricky. I even crawled along the top of a wall at one point. The pictures will give a taste of this experience I hope.
It took only three hours to cover the 13.8 km including the 7.8km through the woods on the "Cruce" option that I had chosen in preference to following the road all the way with its much longer distance on hard tarmac; drier but tougher on the feet. So I was quite chuffed with that squelchy trek.
I did however particularly enjoy the €7.50 lunch of steak, chips, salad, bread and a pint of San Miguel.
While my phone tells me it's 7 degrees and raining still, the sun streaming through my bedroom window tells a different story! Oh well, at least the Peregrinos following me will be drier.
Now today began as yesterday ended, with rain. Undaunted I set out and made Samos within the hour. A bar was open, so in for a cafe con leche. Just before that I saw this amazing building, stunning.
The rain in Spain falls mainly on the Martin, I joked in a text to Nikki. It has however after two solid days penetrated rucksack cover and rucksack, boots, clothes, so much so that on arrival here in Sarria the entire contents are drying out on the spare bed. The rucksack is hung over a door, my gaiters on a clothes hanger as is my hi vis, coat and rain kilt. Even the dry bags got damp, although that could have been condensation.
Much of today's tramping through the countryside was punctuated with attempts to not put my boots underwater. The track became a river from time to time making this very tricky. I even crawled along the top of a wall at one point. The pictures will give a taste of this experience I hope.
It took only three hours to cover the 13.8 km including the 7.8km through the woods on the "Cruce" option that I had chosen in preference to following the road all the way with its much longer distance on hard tarmac; drier but tougher on the feet. So I was quite chuffed with that squelchy trek.
I did however particularly enjoy the €7.50 lunch of steak, chips, salad, bread and a pint of San Miguel.
While my phone tells me it's 7 degrees and raining still, the sun streaming through my bedroom window tells a different story! Oh well, at least the Peregrinos following me will be drier.