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After 300kms of walking, talking, singing crying, camisirating and cheering we arrive drenched but totally exhilarated. I ditched the back pack and the walking pokes and set out with wet weather gear and my waterproof shoes. We'll I thought they were waterproof but after 15 km's wondered if I misread the label, and water resistant or proof? Not something those traditioanl pilgrims would have concerned themselves with. As previously mentioned and today ...
... streets as the planned trip to the modern and historic art gallery were cut short as they are closed on a Monday. We followed this by another night of eating and drinking too much at the tapas bars and were looking to experience some different culture in Portugal the next day. Santiago de Compostela truly was a beautiful city and one I would recommend anyone to visit, plus the bonus of staying at a small establishment run by a family in the local part of town was good to ...
Hi everyone, thanks for your congratulatory messages and birthday wishes. I meant to return to yesterday's blog but time beat me. I will fill you in on our day.
The walk in was more eventful than we expected. The first 5 km were very straightforward, walking through small villages and past eucalypts. It all changed when we went past a place called Moto Guzzi which is 5 km out and is a stopping point point for many before entering the city in the morning. ...
We had yet another memorable day. We ate, drank, and were merry. Toured a ninth century monastery, visited with friends, and bought lots of stuff. As the day came to a close, we heard bagpipes from our apartment at 11:30pm. We decided to run down and see what was happening and came upon ...
... St Mark's in Venice. In the underground walkway nearby someone was playing the bagpipes which was a ice touch. By this time I was limping because of my foot injuries, knee injuries and the torn whatever-it-is in my right buttock from when I slipped down my front steps in Green Bank. I had walked the whole day alone except for short conversations with an Irish woman and a South African woman. I was very tired. After a further two hours spent looking for the hotel ...