Another day with my French Camino family. 24km.
For the second day in a row I walked in company, at least for the first 22km, after that I went on alone for a bit. I’ve finished at just under 20km to go, which means that if I leave at 6, I can meet Silas at 11:30 in time for midday mass.
I should recognise most of the Way today, but the only bits I remember are where John Kirkby called me, where we were nearly run over by cyclists, and the road into O Pedrouzo itself.
I met a few Aussies today, chatted away, wished them well in the cricket. But mostly I walked in painful silence or chatted to the French. This part of The Way is tolerated rather than enjoyed and we all just want it finished now, although they are looking forward to going on to Finisterre. The crowds really do kill it, mostly Spanish school kids. They’re nice enough but it’s just a different vibe.
As I walked into O Pedrouzo I passed a woman who was weaving all over the pavement. As I passed I asked her if she was ok, she looked distressed and said she had walked 40km (I think she had walked about 35); I went to give her some water but found I had none left so I gave her a hug and a kiss and moved on, I was tired too. Her face was cold. Thank goodness we don’t have the heatwave here, she was not in good shape but said she was stopping here.