Distance, 25 km
Elevation gain, ? m
Elevation loss, ? m
Total distance, 678.5 km
Daily average, 28.3 km
The day starts well with a farewell to Marianne and Ruedi, our Swiss friends with whom we have been keeping pace since Cuenca. They will finish this camino another time. We will miss them.
After a long trek out of town, due to our hostal being on the outskirts, we were on a track at 2.5 km. it was unusually quiet on the road for mid-week, but then I realised it was Mayday public holiday, so not much was moving at 07:30. We passed through rolling agricultural land. Amongst the cereal crops are the occasional vineyards. Another blue sky, hot sun day, with a deer peeking out from the wheat field.
Nina and I took these photos at the same time…see how even our cameras can only see our own halos!
Cuckoos have been a constant companion on this camino we hear them, but never see them. Today, for the first time a bird flew overhead whilst cuckoo-ing.
First village Matanza de Soria at 8.5 km and then on the road to village number two, Villálvaro at 12 km. After a short break I found it difficult to get started again. My right thigh/hip was very painful for no apparent reason. Once I got going I could keep up a good pace, but didn’t dare stop again for fear of not being able to continue so we passed straight through village three, Zayas de Báscones at 19 km and I tuned into my camino playlist to give me some impetus to reach village four, Alcubilla de Avellaneda at 25 km.
I made it to the front door of the bar, but there was a flight of stairs to climb and my leg had gone on strike. I couldn’t put any weight on it. Nina brought me an ice cold Fanta which I supped sitting on the bottom step. It was time to give up. Luckily Tomas, a very kind man from the bar, offers to drive us back from whence we had come. He has a small hotel in the village Marquesa de Tavira, 615 826 895 / 975 357 681. He takes us to the emergency department where we had been only last night for Nina. And now here we were again. I had my first ever ride in a wheelchair, and felt absolutely ridiculous, but I really couldn’t put any weight on my leg. There was a different doctor and nurse on duty, but equally as kind and caring as those last night. The doctor quickly assessed my problem and decided it was my hip that was malfunctioning, organised an injection of Metamizol into my bum and told me to rest for a day or two. This is my first serious injury in seven caminos, and I don’t like it one bit.
Dear Tomas had waited for us and drove us back to Hostal Moreno where we stayed last night, and where I have been in bed ever since, with Nina waiting on me and anticipating my every need.
So more thanks are due to the kindness of strangers and a huge debt of gratitude to Nina for being an utterly supportive friend. And big hopes for a speedy recovery.
The information at the top of the page is incomplete because I forgot to turn off Wikiloc until we had been in the car for a few miles.