I stayed up late as the music commenced to bounce around the walls. It was an ideal opportunity to catch up on responding to comments. I don’t often get time to do this, as by the time I have posted my blog and eaten some supper it is usually time for lights out and I don’t like to disturb others with the light from my screen. Can I just say how much I appreciate all the comments I am receiving – they really do brighten my days. Thank you and please keep them coming, even if I’m not able to respond.
I took myself to bed around midnight and plugged into three episodes of The Archers – one episode is normally guaranteed to send me off, but not on this occasion. The music, just a couple of metres outside our bedroom window, varied between thumping techno disco, and thumping live band. The windows were vibrating, the bed legs were vibrating, my very soul was vibrating. I guess I did drift off from time to time. At one such moment (with the aid of ear plugs) I was startled awake by one of my camigos shouting out in their sleep for help with an imaginary creature that had jumped up and was biting them. I was still awake when the music stopped at precisely 06:27. It was cold outside and I doubt that many hard-line party-goers were still enjoying the entertainment, but nevertheless it persisted until the allotted time. It must be soul destroying for these guys to perform, usually with scantily clad young women singing away, for a mere handful of (probably) drunken youths. This same performance will be given by different bands for two further nights. The town has a population of 300 people. I have never been able to work out how this expenditure by a tiny village can be justified, but you’ve got to love Spain for their determination to throw a party.
See this photo of the enormous speakers of the disco stage with our bedroom window peeping out to the side.
But back to business…the day started quite chilly but sunny, with the promise that we would soon be stripping off our outer layers. However that didn’t happen. The sun didn’t quite make it out from behind the clouds for many minutes a a time and a cold breeze picked up.
We are still on the meseta with long, straight, flat tracks through crop fields. We walked for just under 7 km when we reached Sahagún where the Camino de Madrid meets the Camino Frances and immediately there were pilgrims in all directions, many walking with only small day packs, having sent their main pack ahead by taxi. We were still walking along a flat track between fields of crops, but now alongside a road, albeit not a busy one. We didn’t encounter a bar until Bercianos del Real Camino at 16 kmwhere we stopped for a hot drink.
The wind really picked up and it was quite cold until we reached El Burgo Ranero where we are staying at Albergue La Laguna. I reserved beds for us and was delighted to find that we had been allocated a room at the end of the dorm with four single beds. Very comfortable mattresses, and sheets and pillowcases provided. 12 euros. The dorm has 16 places in bunks and there are three showers and two loos between us all. There is a large kitchen/dining area but not really any facilities for cooking. The hospitalero offers a machine wash for 4 euros and we pooled our clothes for a communal spin. The wind soon dried them all in the very lovely garden. What a pity it wasn’t warm enough for us to grab a sun bed and take a siesta!
We ate a menu in the restaurant Piedra Blanca which was very good for 10 euros.
Now to catch up on some much needed sleep!
Today’s distance 23.7 km
Accumulated uphill elevation 111 m
Accumulated downhill elevation 39 m
Total distance 364.6 km
Average per day 26 km