This will be a very short post because I am really tired and I need to try to get a decent sleep tonight.
We left the very nice albergue this morning, walked through woodland for an hour and a half and stopped for breakfast. Ella bought a pastry and I ate the fruit salad from yesterday, which had survived the journey in my pack.
Last night’s albergue had a washing machine but no dryer. I managed to get my stuff dry by morning but Ella’s was still wet so she had to be a human clothes line for the day.
We continued to Melide, a sizeable town, which was absolutely buzzing with a fiesta. The town is famous for its octopus dishes but today was celebrating its sweet cakes and it was most unlike a Spanish town on a Sunday. There were street markets, bands playing gaitas (spanish bagpipes), and of course the inevitable rockets. A lovely man stopped us in the street to explain what was going on – he was very keen to speak to us in English and told us that he had lived in Richmond for many years.
It was a nice bright sunny day, but I found the walking hard going, whether from lack of sleep last night or just general fatigue, I don’t know. So all my boasting about getting stronger every day has come to haunt me today. I shall be more careful what I say in future.
We are staying in an extremely non-descript town tonight, but in a clean and well run albergue. We have two shortish days coming up so hopefully I will recover some of my zest to take me into Santiago on Tuesday. We will then have another five or six days to walk to Muxia and Finisterre before getting the bus back to Santiago for Ella’s flight to the UK on 22 May.