Another early morning that didn’t work out all that well. I was out by 7am after a good breakfast as the kitchen facilities were great.
Walking out of Triacastela, Deb, Win and I “joined forces” with an American woman. She carried a powerful torch and it was still dark out there.
Big mistake. We followed the torch rather than following the trail.
Result; a lot longer and harder distance than we thought it would be. The distance between Triacastela to Barbadelo according to the guidebook is 22km. I used that distance in the heading of this post. The actual distance we walked was something more like 29km.
Having said that, today’s walk was beautiful. Again. A few photos:
Funny sign time. What you are not allowed to do in this part of Galicia…
These are not guard dogs. Despite having a Mercedes to protect, the dogs were both wagging their tails. They seemed so happy to just see anybody.
Inside one of the many ramshackle rural buildings was this old historical car. It looked like it was waiting for a renovation. Or at least I think that was what the paper notes said.
Just before the town of Samos, Deb told me about a viewpoint where I would like to have my photo taken. She was right. This was the place.
The onastery from down there in Samos.
Ha! The old “vending machine in the middle of nowhere” trick….
With apologies to Maxwell Smart.
Deb came up with something similar which made me think about Get Smart.
Alphonso the Glum was an historical character of Sarria. According to Deb, he was unhappy because the local Templars had a much bigger and better castle than him. Good story whether it is true or not.
Sarria from above. OK I could have taken better and more interesting photos but by now I was sick of walking for today.
Today’s destination from avoiding Sarria was Barbadelo and Casa Barbadelo, just another 4km north of Sarria. Plenty nice hostel.
At day 33 of walking the Camino, I got… Drumroll. My first fricking blister for the whole Camino.
Why oh why? I reckon some grit had come into my sock which irritated the back of the right foot. Still, it was annoying. Coming this far, I was hoping for a “clean sheet”…
A few beers followed as us peregrinos sat outside on the terazza and enjoyed the late afternoon. Sophie was posing her intimate and private questions on new “victims”.
That is some sign language…
The new Canadian peregrino contingent. From Saskatchewan. Uncle and nephew. Don and Cosmin.
After dinner, there was some more drinking. So we better leave the blogging there for another day. I slept really well…