Rectoral De Castillon
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It was only 20 kilometres but gee i had to work for them today. There were up and down hills, it was cool, it was through clouds and gee i am glad there was the odd bar for a nice warming red or too. At about 12 this afternoon my leg was a bit achey and i came across this really well looked after farm mouse that was much more neatly kept and i thought geez that looks nice. Unfortunately it was a private residence but as i came around the corner i saw ...
... my sister Felicia will have a giggle about this, but geez the gadgets i am seeing on people now that there are heaps of 'short haul' or 'bus pilgrims'. GPS', heart rate monitors, digital SLR cameras. All the stuff that add just too much weight for 900 ks. The three elements that seem to define a short haul pilgrim is either 1) an enormous pack or a non existent pack (e.g. It is on the bus which will meet them at the next stop) 2) gadgets 3) sock tan lines - or ...
... including a group of Koreans who started bowing when I spoke to them. A lovely meal of salad, pasta, fish and steak followed including half a bottle of wine donated by our new Irish friends (yes, we will be travelling more with them). As we left the restaurant we heard the twang of a homegrown accent which after a few 'hello, butt's' identified a group of 17-19yr olds from Bishop Vaughn School on a cycling pilgrim to Santiago but we're not adopting anymore ...
... the turn off for Pradela a sign informed us there was a bar in town only 300 metres down the road. We decided to follow the Americans and South Africans in that direction but my gut feeling was telling me the bar wouldn't be open...and of course I was right... So to everyone's disappointment, we headed out of town where we met more people making their way in for the bar, who promptly turned back when we told them they were wasting their time. By this time there was a ...
... They had had a difficult night at the albergue with a drunk woman who was yelling all night, jumped on top of Marcel and started opening their packs at 3 AM. Yikes! Guess we were better off with the snorers! We walked another 16 miles to the village of Calvor. On the way we bought a hot flour crepe from a woman who was bringing them out to the street. The smell of cow manure is everywhere. We mostly walked on narrow ...