Güemes

After passing a muddy hill and two beaches together, we continued walking separately. In Castillo I was greeted by a lot of police officers who started to close off a route for a cycling race. After that it started to rain cats and dogs. I continued walking and by chance met Elena, from the previous evening, at a crossroads. We walked together for the last hour to a very well-known hostel in Güemes. There we were 47 pilgrims from 12 different countries and three of us called Elena.Read more