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As soon as we awoke this morning I jumped in She's rucksack, snuggled up for the day. I could hear them two cussing as they paddled on muddy paths and roads with lorries soaking them through. 12 miserable kilometres crawled like bedraggled rats into a pension, all I can say is it is dry, everything including me is sopping wet. Three pathetic ...
... 2,000 years ago and three reconstructed houses to give you a sense of things. In some ways, they reminded me of the places I had seen in the mountains of Nepal only a few months ago and how people still live today.
The train brought us back to Santiago for our final night in this historic and fine city.
Awoke to rain slamming on the skylight, had breakfast with all but us 3 in dressing gowns very weird. Hit the road with rain slamming on us, Seven wet Kilometres later we found a cafe, joyfully huge cups of Coffee and our Mexican Girls we met the previous evening. They said we were their inspiration and insisted on lots of photos of me, can understand I inspire many ...
... and and a half journey took us to the coastal town of A Guarda which is mainly a working fishing harbour. It's out of season now but we managed to find one place still open which sold seafood. Mussels, scallops and langoustines - excellent.
There is a lovely coastal walk towards the border with Portugal where the waves crash in from the Atlantic. It's pretty undeveloped here and full of atmosphere.
... conversation to someone on the other side of the phone. She puts the phone down, and with a big smile trotters over to the bell system again. This time, she presses two short and one long bell. Seconds later, the phone rings again. So back she trotters, all the time keeping me in her watch smiling, and answers. Exasperated she explains what I can figure out to be that there is a man who is looking for a bed. Once again, she trotters back to the bells, again three short ...