Los Abetos Sercotel Santiago de Compostela

We travelled through thick fog over and through the mountains on typically heroic Spanish roads. They cut through mountains and build viaducts over the valleys. We drove through and around weary looking Pilgrims to our campsite which was on the Camino de Santiago. It was closed. After some interesting encounters with some locals, one old man practically ran away when asked for directions, we found this camp site.

The centre ...

Liz decided she wanted to hike some of the camino, but Maureen and I were pretty tired from the past few days of traveling, so after Liz left, we went back to sleep for a while. By the time we left the hostel, it was around 1 in the afternoon, so we walked to Plaza Quintana to find a crepe place Maureen had read about. We sat at an outdoor table at this restaurant and ordered, including cafe con leche and cava, because hey, why not. After a salad, we of course needed ...

... for dinner Spanish time, so we planned on just getting drinks. However, the place we sat at ended up giving us a plate with lots of pieces of boob cheese and 2 large empanadas, and another plate with 2 slices of cake, plus free drinks, so we ended up staying there for a while. Around 10:30, we met up with the other 3 girls and walked around for a while, looking for somewhere to have a bottle of wine and talk for a while. However, this turned out to be a much more complicated ...

Santiago de Compostela, the last European show of this tour (so far?). This show has many elements and it really was hard to just write my concert review... every time I kept thinking about the organisation. But... enough has been written about that, For who can read Spanish, I refer to the article in El País: http://www.elpais.com/articulo/revista/ agosto/sardinas/ver/Jefe/elpeputec/2009 0804elpepirdv_4/Tes (which also provides (Spanish) links for ...

... all a little anti-climactic as people realise that the walk we´ve lived for the past month is at an end. The adventure continues for me though - after a few big nights in santiago, taking a three day hike to Europe´s most westerly piint - Finisterre - latin for the end of the earth. .

hey all. its been a while since i have written and have covered some serious ground too. I was in nice for a few days which was a cool city, the highlight for sure was the day trip to monaco. i was epecting the cars to be the highlight, but ended up being in absalute aww of the boats. no joke you felt like a bit of a looser if your yacht didnt havea a jet ski on the back and hot tub on the deck. After monaco i spent the following day ...

I wake up from the train ride around 10:00 am. All five of the other passengers had all gone, so i had the cabin to myself. I get out of my train bunk bed, make myself a sandwich and enjoy the passing countryside. I get to the train station at 12:04, actually five minutes early. I set down my bags and wait for Bing. After about five minutes, right on time, she shows up!!! We hug hello and it is great to see a familiar face. I took the train to A Coruna ...

... where we got another stamp, after a hard pull up one of the steepest parts, we decided that we would eventually hitch, but walked to the highest point, after stopping for a salad, monster omelette, beer and coke at Hospital. We walked on past the next village, and replied to Jerry's SMS to say we had no idea of our ETA Jerry let us know that he'd booked a 4-bed room in a private albergue for us, at 7 Euros each, so accommodation wasn't a worry. To get into the ...

... remet up with some Australians who introduced me to an English guy who's been traveling for a year. We pubbed all afternoon and then we went on rides at the fair. We continued pubbing all evening, watched fireworks, and listened to the big band Latin jazz band in the park.

The Aussies disappeared, and Rob and I met some locals who took us to discoteca after discoteca (but they, with their Spanish lisps, called them "puffs," meaning "pubs"). We finally went home at eight in the ...