Thursday 11th April, on the road again
Trip Start Mar 23, 2013
27Trip End May 05, 2013
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Where I stayed
A wet hostel
Clementine treats me to a nice breakfast and we say our sad goodbyes. I need to wait two hours, as I need pain-killers from the pharmacist. I am not looking forward to being robbed, but have no choice! Eventually the pharmacy opens, there is a nice lady who speaks good English. She has walked the Camino and had the same tendón problems. She fixes me up with 400mg Ibuprofen tablets that come with 30mgs codeine. It seems very strong at 6 tabs a day, but hey ho my ankle bloody hurts! I can say that the good name of pharmacists has been pretty much saved.
As I leave town its 17km to the next hostel
I finally arrive at one of the worst hostels on the route, you only stop there if like me you have no choice. There is nowhere to dry out so wáter is running on the floor. The warden is going up and down with a mop, but he is not winning.
I meet my two French ladies, they get up to greet me and are so pleased to see I am ok. I end up next to a 65 year old American lady, she walks with her 17 year old daughter that I thought was her granddaughter. We talked and she admitted it was a lovely shock, but still a shock, to end up a mother again late in her forties
I am now consuming industrial quantities of Spain's finest pharmaceuticals, however they are not working so I rely on the good old fashion cure of refreshment by the pint. After liberal self medication I return to sleep it off. Unfortunately I am woken at 8 to be informed the restaurant is open. I know I must eat, so go for dinner. I have to be honest and say that with further liberal self medication it is all rather hazy now....