I think we had a little rain overnight but like anyone who had just walked 26km I was dead to the world. This could have been due to a little chemical assistance from some Spanish vino Blanc (no particular variety listed on the bottle). After yesterday's last 5 km heartbreak hill (down and the up a river valley) we were all a little concerned that we wouldn't be able to get out of bed today let alone walk 26km to Palas de Rei.
The weather forecast is perfect for the beach at 27* but not so perfect for plodding along under the sun. The weather bureau advertised 21* max at this time for the last few months but didn't deliver.
Breakfast at O'Mirador, Portomarin. Today's walk was uphill half the day and downhill the other half of the day.
Ron and I made a little detour that the others missed to Castro de Castromaior, an archaelogical site of a settlement occupied between 2nd century BC and 1st century BC.
Beautiful shaded pathways:
Well deserved lunch break:
Ronnie coming out of the tiny chapel where a blind man stamps, with some directional assistance, your compostela:
This evening we discovered that only Michael and I have blister free feet. Everyone else has succumbed to the dreaded disability. I haven't got off scott free, thought, because I have a broken toe - self inflicted on a chair leg 8 weeks ago - that is still painful but not effecting my walking much so far.
Ronnie's feet were fine until this evening when he found a blister in top of his little toe! How weird is that!
3 course dinner for 9 euro including half a bottle of wine was pretty good but not up to the usual estupendo Spanish standards.
28.5 km today.
