Santiago de Compostela

What a miserable final mornings walk into Santiago. I heard the rain drumming hard on the albergue roof as soon as I woke up and knew the walk would be wet and muddy. It rained from the start at 08.35 until I arrived at my albergue, at 12.20. A constant stream of excited, colourful but very wet pilgrims squelched along muddy paths running with small rivers in the best demonstration of different types of ponchos I have ever seen. The Spanish mainly toughed it out with umbrellas.
.Can't get into my room until 14.00 so I changed in the gents and put everything I was wearing into a tumble dryer and sat in the refrectory with a hot drink and ate the remaining fruit I had in my bag.
I think I can consider that it was a successful camino. My metric for success is; no top bunks, no blisters and ending the walk with the same number of socks and underpants that I had at the start. I achieved all those objectives.Baca lagi