Hotel Casa Soto
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... reality - a much older crowd - and still no sign of the poor Spaniard. This lot spend most of their time cleaning the kitchen table...wish they spent a bit more time cleaning themselves. Think it's the Slovenians but don't know the Slovenian for 'do you need a hand working the shower'. Also it's 7:55 and three of them have gone to bed! Might have to go back to the Aussies tomorrow... Love to all ...
... and I walk all day together and it was lovely. For me it was like walking with Flo or Bea (she was 20 yesterday). She had to put up with walking with a version of her dad but seemed content. She's a P, not a W. Family has a large estate in Tipperary. She's reading Art at university as it's the only thing she can do but in year 1 her lecturers said her ideas are awful. So she's taken a gap year & is walking to work out what to do with ...
... the rain started - torrential and only another 10k to go. Absolutely drenched (Flo/Bea/Jo - thank goodness for the dry bag and all the other bags!) But in between the swearing, the mad singing to myself and drinking more water (the last thing i wanted but the Australians say I must and I'm coming round to them - a bit) I did have a D&M thought. Which was that in the Old Testament the characters are constantly slogging up mountains to sacrifice sons, ...
... packed. I found a room with a door and slept with Angelique, the French air hostess. I kept the door open in case anyone (or me) had any unpilgrimy thoughts. PS. Flo, I love your sleeping bag and the sick coloured travel towel - don't know what I'd do without them. I walked off with someone's clean pants which was faintly embarrassing as they belonged to a German girl. Nick, 'skympies' are the way to go here - less washing! BTW, there's a difference between Walkers ...
... 8364;30. The walls are three feet thick.
Mick is even more chuffed when we ask for a beer and get a monstrous 6.5% ale similar in taste to the lovely Belgian monastery beers.
Later a group of eight English bikers show up. We recognise them from the ferry trip. They are on the way to Portugal via the back roads. A long alcohol fuelled night ensues. ...