Hi Everyone,
It seems ages since I last posted 21 Sept. but have been unable for numerous technical reasons. Perhaps I will take it stage by stage to keep it in order.
Cruz de Ferro- For some reason I had begun my spiritual work on the path up to Cruz- this was about laying down any burdens you might have- it was nice and peaceful on the way up and the climb was steep only in parts. When I reached there it was a bit of an anti-climax really, unlike the Alto de Perdon which proved very emotional. I said my prayer ,laid my stone,sat and had an orange and a smoke and walked on.
Riego des Ambros- Nothing to report here-getting a bit fed up and in tetchy mood,as Breda would say,a bit Faddy,-met two very tall New Zealanders who were a bit barmy,a posh english guy from Kent who sat in a chair in the garden with a small cotton towel wrapped around his middle and legs raised on the chair. He asked me a little sheepishly if I was any good at fixing blisters. I told him I was´nt any good at fixing things period....One of the tall New Zealanders appeared at that moment and he asked her the same question, she turned and shouted up the stairs, "Dorris,we´ve got a live one here for ya!" Dorris appeared with a medical kit in tow,and looking like she was stoned out of her head. I decided to have a smoke just so I could watch the proceedings. It transpired that Dorris had a mission on the Camino to get everyone to Santiago in a relatively blister free state. Whatever floats your boat! In the meantime Richard (posh English guy) looked like the cat who got the cream, was quite prepared to let stoned Dorris go at him with scissors and needles in hand! Both rabbitting on about ex pats and british army sojourns. Fascinating.
That evening went to dinner and sat opposite the only other sane person,as far as I could see, Andreas from Germany,who actually had a great sense of humour. Beside him sat another English woman now living in South Carolina,and she sitting opposite Richard. Beside me on the other side were the barmy New Zealanders-Dorris whos eyes were getting heavier by the second,squaffing on the free bottle of wine. Chatting away I heard the anglo american talking about her now hometown and the fact that they were making BMW cars there. To be polite and contribute to the conversation I made the mistake of asking - was that a bit unusual as I thought the car manufacturing business was located in Detroit traditionally. One half hour later after what I can only describe as an oration on the history of not only the car industry in the states but on the history of blacks and the civil rights movement, I excused myself to go for a smoke- throughout this tirade I could not look over at Andreas as I knew I would go into kinks- Andreas joined me for a smoke even though he didnt actually smoke-we were both cracking up at the bizarre scene. He told me they were all popping all sorts of tablets for pain whether they had any or not.I could not wait to get out of there.
Ponferrada- Nice city and really interesting because of the Templar background.Went to see the Templars Castle,Cool........Alberge ok....
Villafrance- The walk was nice as it is beginning to get a little cooler. Walked through some vineyards where the harvesting had begun in earnest. Had the crack with some of the pickers and then went to see the grapes being pressed. Still walking alone but I dont mind I talk to everyone and only some think I am mad!
I booked a place in Vega de Vellacare for the 26th but when I got there I did not like the place at all,so I picked up my Mocilla and moved on to the next village and then the next village and then the next village. By the time I got to Los Herrieras I was so tired I didnt care where I slept. I met an Irish guy by the name of Ger Devine just for a minute before I spotted an Alberge there.
It seems ages since I last posted 21 Sept. but have been unable for numerous technical reasons. Perhaps I will take it stage by stage to keep it in order.
Cruz de Ferro- For some reason I had begun my spiritual work on the path up to Cruz- this was about laying down any burdens you might have- it was nice and peaceful on the way up and the climb was steep only in parts. When I reached there it was a bit of an anti-climax really, unlike the Alto de Perdon which proved very emotional. I said my prayer ,laid my stone,sat and had an orange and a smoke and walked on.
Riego des Ambros- Nothing to report here-getting a bit fed up and in tetchy mood,as Breda would say,a bit Faddy,-met two very tall New Zealanders who were a bit barmy,a posh english guy from Kent who sat in a chair in the garden with a small cotton towel wrapped around his middle and legs raised on the chair. He asked me a little sheepishly if I was any good at fixing blisters. I told him I was´nt any good at fixing things period....One of the tall New Zealanders appeared at that moment and he asked her the same question, she turned and shouted up the stairs, "Dorris,we´ve got a live one here for ya!" Dorris appeared with a medical kit in tow,and looking like she was stoned out of her head. I decided to have a smoke just so I could watch the proceedings. It transpired that Dorris had a mission on the Camino to get everyone to Santiago in a relatively blister free state. Whatever floats your boat! In the meantime Richard (posh English guy) looked like the cat who got the cream, was quite prepared to let stoned Dorris go at him with scissors and needles in hand! Both rabbitting on about ex pats and british army sojourns. Fascinating.
That evening went to dinner and sat opposite the only other sane person,as far as I could see, Andreas from Germany,who actually had a great sense of humour. Beside him sat another English woman now living in South Carolina,and she sitting opposite Richard. Beside me on the other side were the barmy New Zealanders-Dorris whos eyes were getting heavier by the second,squaffing on the free bottle of wine. Chatting away I heard the anglo american talking about her now hometown and the fact that they were making BMW cars there. To be polite and contribute to the conversation I made the mistake of asking - was that a bit unusual as I thought the car manufacturing business was located in Detroit traditionally. One half hour later after what I can only describe as an oration on the history of not only the car industry in the states but on the history of blacks and the civil rights movement, I excused myself to go for a smoke- throughout this tirade I could not look over at Andreas as I knew I would go into kinks- Andreas joined me for a smoke even though he didnt actually smoke-we were both cracking up at the bizarre scene. He told me they were all popping all sorts of tablets for pain whether they had any or not.I could not wait to get out of there.
Ponferrada- Nice city and really interesting because of the Templar background.Went to see the Templars Castle,Cool........Alberge ok....
Villafrance- The walk was nice as it is beginning to get a little cooler. Walked through some vineyards where the harvesting had begun in earnest. Had the crack with some of the pickers and then went to see the grapes being pressed. Still walking alone but I dont mind I talk to everyone and only some think I am mad!
I booked a place in Vega de Vellacare for the 26th but when I got there I did not like the place at all,so I picked up my Mocilla and moved on to the next village and then the next village and then the next village. By the time I got to Los Herrieras I was so tired I didnt care where I slept. I met an Irish guy by the name of Ger Devine just for a minute before I spotted an Alberge there.
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