Palas de Rei-Ribadiso 16 miles

The pain is gone and the joy is [insert Oprah song-song voice] BAAAAACK!

SIXTEEN MILES! New PR!

I employed all those remediation techniques that I detailed prior but I’m pretty sure it was the paracetamol that really did it for me. I think it’s a magic pill. Better living through chemicals!

I had almost no foot pain today. Couple that with the fact that I wasn’t carrying a 16 pound pack, I mean, it was intoxicating. The miles flew by. Well, hang on. Around mile 8, I would have paid good money to take a nap, but at our lunch stop I got a cafe con leche and that pepped me right up.

It rained quite a bit today. Did I care? Not one fucking bit.

At our lunch stop, a literal horde of Germans showed up and overran the tiny restaurant we were at, which sent Laura scurrying to the bathroom because the line was 10 people long before she could even say, “Auf Wiedersehen.” We ran out of there before they could organize themselves and start walking behind us. But it was fine because…paracetamol.

We have heard that once you forward your pack the first time, it’s hard to go back to carrying it and, yeah, pretty much. We’re doing it again tomorrow.Read more