Hotel Tres Coronas De Silos
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Fields of Gold
... li>Tomorrow we hit the road again and will soon reach the dreaded Meseta, a week or so of featureless prairie completely lacking in shade, useful cities or hills higher than our head. If I´m not mistaken it eventually leads us into Swift Current. See you there.
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Only 24kms today
... We stopped at the first albergue on the route and had a limoada but walked on luckily to the center of pretty Belorado and found the albergue that had given us the water. It was a family run albergue and the daughter who logged us in told us about the laundry service which we were all very excited about. We got our clothes cleaned and dried for €3 for ...
Burgos - slow start, fast finish.
... highway towards Madrid. After about an hour of gridlock, having advanced a mere several kilometers, we pull off the road and into a gas station, rest area. It was packed with people having the same idea. There we chatted with a lady originally from Morocco, now living in Bordeaux, who was also waiting for the highway crowds to clear. She shared some Morrocan pastries with us as we whiled away an hour or so. As the highway did not appear ...
Day 16 - San Bol to Itero de la Vega
... a lunch or a break, you can choose your albergue, bed, and even be first in the throne and shower! A wonderful theory destroyed by a couple of facts: - You have the people who phone ahead to book a bed (like myself) and couldn't care less about rushing (although you might not get a goo bed!) - The Camino is not always as packed as I have found it. Other months apparently people always have places, and sports centres (polideportivos) are open to absorb any ...
Day 15 - Burgos to San Bol
... jotas" (Castilian traditional music), and fireworks were being released. The streets looked like a hurricane carrying bottles, glasses and cheap wine packs had passed a few minutes ago. I had a chat with an old woman who was desperately trying to brush all the debris into a pile to be able to get out of her house. The fiestas had started on Friday and it had been non-stop drinking and music until then. I passed the pilgrim albergue in the centre of the village and guessed ...