Corcubion

After a night in the industrial harbor part of Cee that is best never spoken or written about, I left late, had coffee, and am now in the next seaside town of Corcubion.

This isn’t my final destination, which lies uphill between here and Finisterre, a short walk away. Good thing it’s close, too, as the albergue is between nowhere and nothing, meaning I am carrying five extra kilos of food for tonight and tomorrow morning.Read more