The last few days on the official coastal route, were a mixed bag. The first day found us attempting to walk the shoreline, but a plethora of zero lot line neighbourhoods and rocky outcroppings had the path weaving in and out so much, it felt like two steps forward and one step back. Intense heat added to the equation, so we found the main road (with dedicated bike lane), and we made some good time for the first four hours.
I was listening to some upbeat tunes, so I walked ahead and Kara and I became separated for the rest of the day. The closer I got to Vigo, the more the industrial area was amplified, so I ducked down to the Playa Samil – an epic beach that was calling my name. But I was still 8-ish kms out and I trudged along. Got misty-eyed for the beauty of the azure blue ocean, trees and sand. Grabbed a magnum ice cream bar but it melted off the stick before I could finish it. Some things need to be savoured for the full experience, but Senor Soleil had its own way with the ice cream.
After another hour of boredom and sweaty-self, I was beside myself because the kms listed in the book were incorrect! And the outskirts of the city Center were streets of nothing but fast cars, industry and oddly enough, a luxe hotel. I went into the hotel, and like pigpen from the Peanuts gang – my cloud of dust, sweat and stink floated me across the lobby floor. They kindly called me a taxi, and I rode in the last 4 kms.
Kara and I met at the Hotel and all we could manage for dinner was a bag of chips and popcorn from the local mercado. Although the Hotel was nice, the area felt a bit rough, so we opted to stay in for the night.
The next day we left early and had a Shangri-la walk. After a steady incline to leave Vigo, we walked on a footpath/dirt road, along the shoulder of the headland. We found out it was a walking trail and bike route, used by the locals. Lots of shade and peekaboo views of the water.
We passed a wall of shells in the forest and crossed a Roman bridge. The locals here are so patient – not only did they take turns crossing the one lane bridge in their cars, but all us Pilgrims had to stop for photos on the bridge and stop traffic. The drivers just smile and wave, then continue on. The best part of the day was running into Delilah, the service dog walking the Camino with her family – have mentioned her before.
We stayed 4km north of Redondela at a family run pension/restaurant. We checked in at the bar, then a family member walked us down the road for 10 minutes to our room in some nondescript house. We expect to see more pilgrims tomorrow since all paths/routes are now merged into one.
I’ve just reread this post and see that a few pics here are out of order, but not to worry – Camino brain sets in and some days blend together into one. At the end of day 25 we made it to Pontevedra.