Day Seven:Portegaleta to Castro Urdailes

This was a long day. Blisters were starting to accumulate on our feet and despite my efforts to convince people that i am still in school people still wanted me to take a look because i was the closest thing to a doctor that we had. I was not much help. James, Andrew and I have sort of made a bond at this point and it seems that there was no ridding myself of them in the foreseeable future. Not that i would have wanted to because they were good company. We finally began to leave the city and pavement and get more epic coast lines and dirt trails, although there was still quite a bit of road walking. We inititally were going to take a shorter route that went along the highway to save time but were told by several people that it was quite dangerous and unammusing as it simple shouldered a busy highway. We opted for the longer route heading south over a moutain before weaving north again to Castro Uradales. Our go with the flow, take it as it comes demeanor was catching up to us though, we arrived later than we expected to castro urdailes and having walked bearly 37 km did not think that the 15 person municiple albergue on the outside of town woulf have space for us. We settled on a small boarding house with 4 beds right along the waterfront. Castro Uridales, not unlike many of the coastal cites here, is popular toutist destination. Which made find somewhere to stay quite difficult. We were also having a hard time getting used to spanish time often arriving in town during siesta and many restraunts did noy begin serving food until 8 or 9. But after much wandering and a beer and a snack we found somewhere sufficient enough. James and I were even able to squeeze in a quick swim before dinner which was exceedingly refreshing.Okumaya devam et