The bed bug problem seems to be getting worse as we move towards Santiago. The weather has turned a bit nasty now as I leave Los Herriares. When I arrived I had to empty my mocilla to check for bugs and found none. During the night around 4.30 I felt something crawl on my chest and found a bed bug,I killed it as I jumped out of the bed. Needless to say I did not go back,went outside for a smoke instead and moved onas early as I could.
Today I head over a place called O Cebreiro.Yet another high mountain with a steep climb and descent. The weather just got worse and worse as I climbed. When I reached there I stopped for tea and visited a gorgeous church. I left for the downhill climb but as I went the weather just got so bad I could not see in front of my face. I returned to the summit unwilling to take a chance on going further. Most people had decided to stay at a hostel located there but I couldnt do that Cos my mocilla was in Triacastello. After a while there was a taxi going down the mountain with three other girls so I hopped in that. We got below the bad weather and at least we could see where we were going. So off I went again walking to Triacastella, it was gruelling walking downhill in the pouring rain. Going through small hamlets ,whose streets had rivers of rainwater and cow dung flowing across your path,very easy to slip in! By the time I got to the alberge I was a stinking mess!!.
Samos- Decided to stay here for a night to take it easy after yesterdays march it was only 12 Klms.There is a Benedictin monastry and I took the tour. I saw two weddings here and I met the Irish Guy Ger Devine again. An old guy arrived at the very nice alberge,German,I think. I was of course polite to him but thought him a bit whiny and avoided him. Later that night he was driving me mad with his snoring, he had three kinds of snore.One was a kind of loud cat purring, another was your basic mouth open snore and the other was like a freight train sound. I guess each sound related to a sleeping position. Needless to say, very little sleep for me. Aound 12.30 there was someone banging on the front door so I got up to answer. There were two people outside and the door would not open. The key which had been hanging down on the door frame was jammed in the door as someone had closed it earlier. I looked around for another key and could not find one. So I had to let them in the window,I passed out a chair for them to stand on and in they came,2 yanks,having the crack. Next morning I heard people downstairs organising the climb through the window and smiled to myself. By the time I came down there was old snorer waiting for someone to help him out the window. I thought, should I seize the opportunity and get revenge for keeping me awake and chuck him out?But I decided two weddings were enough we did not need the funeral and so helped him out grudgingly- and then checked my annoyance at him....Off to Sarria for me.
Today I head over a place called O Cebreiro.Yet another high mountain with a steep climb and descent. The weather just got worse and worse as I climbed. When I reached there I stopped for tea and visited a gorgeous church. I left for the downhill climb but as I went the weather just got so bad I could not see in front of my face. I returned to the summit unwilling to take a chance on going further. Most people had decided to stay at a hostel located there but I couldnt do that Cos my mocilla was in Triacastello. After a while there was a taxi going down the mountain with three other girls so I hopped in that. We got below the bad weather and at least we could see where we were going. So off I went again walking to Triacastella, it was gruelling walking downhill in the pouring rain. Going through small hamlets ,whose streets had rivers of rainwater and cow dung flowing across your path,very easy to slip in! By the time I got to the alberge I was a stinking mess!!.
Samos- Decided to stay here for a night to take it easy after yesterdays march it was only 12 Klms.There is a Benedictin monastry and I took the tour. I saw two weddings here and I met the Irish Guy Ger Devine again. An old guy arrived at the very nice alberge,German,I think. I was of course polite to him but thought him a bit whiny and avoided him. Later that night he was driving me mad with his snoring, he had three kinds of snore.One was a kind of loud cat purring, another was your basic mouth open snore and the other was like a freight train sound. I guess each sound related to a sleeping position. Needless to say, very little sleep for me. Aound 12.30 there was someone banging on the front door so I got up to answer. There were two people outside and the door would not open. The key which had been hanging down on the door frame was jammed in the door as someone had closed it earlier. I looked around for another key and could not find one. So I had to let them in the window,I passed out a chair for them to stand on and in they came,2 yanks,having the crack. Next morning I heard people downstairs organising the climb through the window and smiled to myself. By the time I came down there was old snorer waiting for someone to help him out the window. I thought, should I seize the opportunity and get revenge for keeping me awake and chuck him out?But I decided two weddings were enough we did not need the funeral and so helped him out grudgingly- and then checked my annoyance at him....Off to Sarria for me.
Hi Jo, Catherine and Marie must be with you now and I am sure you are glad to have some company! Margaret and I have enjoyed reading your posts. I hope that even though you have company you will keep it up! BTW...text me about Boston Oct 29th ask Catherine to fill you in, you're invited....Lol!
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