A Podiatrist's Dream
Trip Start Sep 05, 2012
27Trip End May 16, 2013
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Well, the short answer to that question is, of course, no. Since the Camino de Santiago, as it is known among religious pilgrims, long dead saints (such as St. James himself) and masochistic hikers from all over the world, is somewhere around 780 kilometres in total, give or take a few more backbreaking, blister inducing kilometres here and there. Since internet access is mostly limited to iPodding it (we wisely decided at the last minute to leave our netbook behind) I don´t plan to keep up with this blog in my usual overly wordy way, but will try to post occasional updates for those of you worried sick about what we may be up to without your knowledge, or maybe just bored, or involved in a lucrative office pool as to when, not if, we will eventually collapse in a pair of sweaty, surrendering heaps. Hence:
The Quick Version
Day One from St
From what we have seen so far this whole ridiculous hike comes down to 3 things:
1) Feet. It is a serious medical ward around here, even now, at the end of Day 9
2) Communal Living. A big part of the traditional Camino is staying in Pilgrim Hostels (Albergues de Peregrinos) which have been developed over the past 2,000 years or so to accomodate walkers on their road to visit the bones of jolly old St. James. Of course, they all have wifi now, and really shitty sheets you can rent for a euro a piece, so I suppose a few things have changed since smelly dudes in tattered robes were doing it in the Middle Ages (now it´s mostly smelly dudes in $1,000 of North Face gear). Anyway, you don´t have to stay in dorms to be a pilgrim (there are more ways to tackle this thing than there are jagged callouses on my big toes) but so far we´ve been embracing it as an essential part of the whole experience. Plus, it´s cheap (5-10 euro per person per night, plus 1 euro for a sheet thinner than my knowledge of properly preparing a good slice of goat liver). Sleeping in rooms of anywhere from 6 to 60, packing and unpacking almost endlessly like a herd of mall gift wrappers in training, sharing bathrooms with 6 to 60 to more, waiting patiently for the guy in front of you to finish scrubbing his underwear with a bar of soap and a small rock
3) Food. We eat a lot, which is understandable considering we are averaging over 20 kilometres of hiking per day, roughly 90% of which is heavy white bread. Filling, and excellent for cutting the shit out of my gums. The other 10% is generally comprised of salami, Snickers bars, Sugus, cheese, bananas and ice cream. I´m hoping if I look close enough I´ll find some vegetables on the list of Snickers ingredients. There must be a carrot in there somewhere.
Anyway, for a quick factual update;
- We have hiked approximately 200 kilometres in 9 days
- The weather has been incredible, if a bit hot in the afternoons, but word has it we may have some rain on the way this weekend.
- Watched El Clasico (Real Madrid vs Barcelona) on Sunday at a bar in La Viana and I feel comfortable saying that all soccer fans in that picturesque little town are between 50 and 60, balding and struggling to hide it, prefer short sleeved checked button up shirts and have 10 pm curfews.
Well, gotta go get some rest. Got a big day tomorrow. I think. Or I assume, since everyday seems pretty damn big by the end of it. And even though I don´t really remember where we´re hiking to tomorrow I also can´t really remember what town I´m in right now so, you know, it all kind of works out.
And for those in need of a much more thorough and time consuming plod through my inappropriate thoughts and far ranging travels please check out my book Random Acts of Travel : Featuring Trepidation, Hammocks and Spitting.