Gh San Martin Hotel Ourense

Salimos por la N120 desde Ponferrada, y nos encaminamos a Monforte de Lemos. Dejamos Montefurado directos al Castillo del Conde, hoy parador nacional. Luego camino de Ourense, detenièndonos en los miradores y bodegas (Visita a ...

Vandaag als laatste vertrokken uit de Herberg nadat we een soepje hadden gemaakt om het brood van gisteren een beetje wakker te maken. Beetje regen in de voormiddag en een lange intrede naar de laatste grote stad voor Santiago. Propere maar strikte albergue dus morgen om 8u worden we op straat gezet, eventueel in ondergoed. Eens geen spaghetti maar lekkere paella gaan eten.

Zoals gewoonlijk de laatste dagen, vertrekken zonder regen, na 10 min gescheurde poncho aantrekken, stoppen bij de eerste bar, warmen iets eten als het mogelijk is en vertrekken zonder regen, een gezellige namiddag tegemoet. En 's avonds spaghetti koken met Peter uit duitsland.

Het weer is weer niet al te best en het eerste stuk is dan ook in de hevige mist waardoor we het prachtig zicht missen. Na een tijdje was de mist echter weg en hadden we een prachtig zicht en DROGE VOETEN zodat we vandaag niet in de papiercontainers oude kranten dienen te zoeken.

... the cousin from Braga who met us in the parking lot while popping a wheelie on his road bike. We hiked all day, on real paths and made up ones, got worn out, had a great baccalhau lunch (dried salted cod) and headed up to Vigo in Spain, where Edward´s wife so nicely set me up in a hostel. I woke up early the next morning and was on the bus (all day!) to Bilbao. Muito obrigado, and muchisimos gracias to everyone who made my day so great.

... January is not the best time due to the weather, but finally the temperature was really good and the fact that we were only about 15 people walking made that the refuges were not full. We discovered the meaning of this: And most of ...

... playing soccer against a bunch of Italians on the beach (Dan scored 4 goals), we sank some sangria and went off to look for a hostel. Well, long story short, the hotels were all "completo," and the pannicking began. But then I thought to myself, "I´m an eagle scout. I have a sleep sack and a bed roll. I don´t have long pants, of course, but I have two pairs of socks and some boots." So, after frying all day ...

I got up yesterday morning, the day after 60k and could barely move. But creaking around a bit helped loosen things up, and two cafe con leches later, we finally began our descent into Santiago de Compostela. We planned on heading straight for the cathedral, but ran into an alberge in the new section of town that had beds available, so we dropped our stuff off there and headed downtown with small bags of stuff for the day. A number of people have commented on ...

Several days ago, I mentioned that it would be three or four days before we reached Santiago, yet already Dan and I´s brisk constitutional across Spain has ended. We´re here. We´ve done it. We are men. Two days ago, we sat more than 70k from Santiago, having arrived at our albergue early in the day. Later in the afternoon, we decided to keep a rollin´on, and ended up in Palas Do Rei with no place to stay. Yet, as fate would have it, we managed to find a ...

... down the carriage out of sight (not what I wanted). Out of the entire carriage everyone had 2 seats to themselves except me and the guy adjacent to me. So the lady beside me proceded to go to sleep and kept giving big sighs and filthy looks my way as I dug around in my bag for a pen so I could write postcards or get a drink. I gave up because I didn't want to **** her off completely and got my eye mask out ...