Sitting in a “plaza” in Burgos (pop180,000) chilling while I wait for Troy.
so, it’s really difficult to post for a bunch of reasons, the main one being that we are too busy either walking 18 miles Or drinking beer with our other comrades who have also just finished walking 18 miles (some people do even more!). The second reason is that we rarely have decent weefee (as it is called here) and it’s really hard to figure out a blog system when your weefee is really weak.
so here are some notes that I made over the past few days:
DAY 10:
Last night I had my feet tended to by the volunteers at the church Albergue in BalaRoma. Upon my entering the Albergue one of the volunteers brought me a cold pail of water to soak my feet in, OMG that was heaven!!!!!! This is typical of how it goes for pilgrims. We are revered everywhere we go, like rock stars. People in cars go by honking, waving and calling “buen Camino;” others rush over to us to ensure we know the right way to go; there are special, inexpensive, pilgrim menus in most restaurants; there are public fountains all along the route that say “water for pilgrims”; there are dormitories in every town for us to sleep in and if you don’t feel the dormitory life, you can get a hotel room at pilgrim prices (typically 30E). It is amazing!!!! All along the route there are way markers, either embedded in the sidewalks/road or big yellow arrows in trees, rocks, everywhere. We are so well taken care of on The Road!
I still can’t figure out how to post pictures. If you know how to do it send me a text or email. I can’t figure out which icon is for pictures.
adios for now
Gale,
Eighteen miles a day is an amazing pace. Carrying a pack, the most I ever did was thirteen miles, and that was when I was thirty-something in New Zealand. I am impressed!
The longest hike I did was in 1995, six days on the Overland Track in Tasmania. I know how it is, after just two or three days you fall in with a group, and these people become your friends for life.
A giant saguaro cactus toppled from old age, falling into a dry wash not far from my place. the flesh was mostly gone when I spotted the ribs, all nice and straight and still strong. I harvested about six of these ribs, six feet long, and have been fashioning them into the world’s best walking sticks. They weigh almost nothing. I took my stick up Camelback Mountain yesterday, and now I wonder how I ever managed with one. There is one for you, next time we meet.
cheers,
Allan
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