Holy shitballs! I just calculated my distance and I’ve walked 416 kms! The ~30kms I didn’t walk on day two is in this total, and I’m keeping them in to make up for all the times I’ve been lost. I’m in Baiona, Spain right now after a two hill day – the feet are barking. And just when I thought my blisters were but a few itchy spots, a few new ones made an appearance. I tend to get the blisters when wearing the thicker socks. I think my feet are walking too hot. So back to my thinner socks for the rest of my Camino. Continue reading
A different day on the Camino as the path took us away from the coast, and through forests and small towns. Since Porto, Kara and I have walked on the flat – mostly boardwalk to absorb our gait, so road walking and elevation was a new sensation compared to the last few days. It brought back memories of the earlier few weeks of solo Camino and some of those hills! Continue reading
Just realized that I’ve been remiss in blogging, but it’s been a whirlwind first few days with the arrival of my friend, Kara. The two of us will be walking together, for the remainder of the Camino Santiago de Compostela. Continue reading
As many of you know, my first two weeks on the Camino has been as a solo pilgrim. I have purposely not written too much on these details, in case there are any creeps lurking in cyberspace. Call me over cautious, but I purposely booked a self-guided tour with caminoways.com – just for a little more piece of mind. Continue reading
My daily routine goes something like this: wake up around 6 or 7am, hit the bathroom (just for basics, as I’ve showered the night before), slather on sunscreen, get dressed, fill the water bladder and bottles (I’ve been using tap water and have purification tablets although I must admit I’ve only used them once) – includes a smaller .5L with electrolyte powder for a total of 3L of water, eat breaky (I’m staying in
I heard an interesting Camino story today. There is a German woman who walks the Spanish route every year and she walks only to empty her mind. She leaves her family and buys a one-way ticket for France where she starts walking to Santiago de Compostela, and she walks until her head is clear. The nugget of her story is that she has never been to Santiago – she finishes what she needs to do before she gets there, and then she goes home. Talk about the journey and not the destination, right? Continue reading
My planned day of rest was well enjoyed with a leisurely morning, after which I strolled the cobblestone streets of Coimbra, with a population of about 160,000 that sits next to the Mondego River. The Capital of Portugal from 1145 to 1255, Coimbra has been a major University city since 1290 and it was fascinating to see the campus sit right next to old town. Lots of up and down walking with various cafes and shops tumbling on top of each other as the vertical streets seem to capture the essence of a stacked village. Continue reading
Spoke to my first pilgrim today. A French man, whose demeanour was quiet and sad. I saw him at the last two B&Bs, as we were the only two there, but didn’t speak with him til he came upon me, at a designated pilgrim stop, just north of Rabacal. We exchanged a bit of conversation, then wished each other a Bom Caminho, and he zoomed past. This small exchange helped me not feel so alone. Continue reading
Imagine yourself on a fairytale walk. For almost three hours all you see are dragonflies, lizards, and butterflies in over eight different colours. You’re walking on ochre coloured earth that is soft enough to give your step bounce, but not gooey to mudden your boots. All around you are100ft+ tall Eucalyptus trees keeping you well shaded, but allowing sun to stream in along the way.
As mentioned in a previous post, I dealt with some health issues on my first day. Yesterday evening I made the tough decision to not walk today. I didn’t want to risk getting more ill, and since it was another 30km+ distance, I hopped a ride to Tomar. After making my decision, it felt like a small failure, but it allowed me to have a good sleep and leisurely day.
I arrived into Tomar to 39 degrees and dropped my bags at the pensione. My room wasn’t ready, which I thought may be the case so I had prepared a day bag with (you guessed it) water, hat and sunscreen. I climbed way up to spend the afternoon at the Knights Templar Castle and Convent of Christ. Continue reading