Short day to As Seixas

After a swim and a nice meal last night, we went to bed really early, expecting a nice long sleep in our peaceful hamlet. The only noisy resident being a donkey called Onion. No chance. At midnight I was woken rudely by three galician peasants advertising something on the huge much-too-big-for- the- room tv at the end of the bed. I couldn't find the remote, but when I did, it was obvious someone had programmed it to come on. After that, the wooden ceiling creaked loudly at regular intervals, so it was a good thing we had a slow start this morning. With only 10km to walk, we had a leisurely coffee and toast in the bar attached to the hotel before leaving. The walk was through more rolling countryside, mint, foxgloves, and nettles growing along the side of the road. Tiny hamlets with no services, few people and lots of cows, chickens,and a peacock.
Fiona finally confirmed my suspicions that she is mad by walking in a zig zag along the road a few hundred meters in front of me. 10km is a worryingly short distance for her, even though we have two long days coming up, so the zigzags have added a few meters....
Talking about mad, we did make a short detour to see a leather workshop run by a very excentric guy from Alicante who is living in one of the abandoned farms. Long grey hair and hippy clothes. Didn't seem to have heard of trump but thought world peace could be achieved by anarchy or communism. We didn't stay to find out which.
We are now at a tiny hostel with only 9 beds and a communal supper. Our room is sort of suspended above the living area and has a nice hot shower, which I'm about to warm up in as it's only 14c today.Læs mere