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  • Day36

    Koud, nat en heeeel koud

    August 12, 2020 in Spain ⋅ 🌧 16 °C

    Brrrr ik ben helemaal verzopen en koud van de regen. Maar ik ben op de camping! Voordeel van zulk slechtweer is dat het fietsen erg snel gaat. Geen picknicks en geen sightseeing natuurlijk ;p Ik zit nu in het toiletgebouw moed te verzamelen. Maar denk dat ik eerst even ergens wat ga eten voordat ik m'n tent ga opzetten. Ik heb het zo zo zo vreselijk koud. Sturen jullie wat warmte? Volgens mij hebben jullie genoeg zon daar ;pRead more

    Ariëtte Van den Bos

    Ga eerst maar lekker iets warms eten en drinken. Morgen komt de zon weer🌞🌝. Hou vol !😘😘

    8/12/20Reply
    Gerrit v.d.Bos

    ☀️☀️☀️🌝🌡wij hebben genoeg warmte.gelukkig kan je nu gaan opwarmen geniet daar maar weer van.

    8/12/20Reply
    Ariëtte Van den Bos

    Neem als allereerst een warme douche. !

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  • Day67

    Triacastella - Sarriá

    November 10, 2021 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 13 °C

    26km - Albergue Oasis
    Aujourd'hui j'ai choisi une variante plus longue, 25km au lieu de 20, juste pour profiter plus des paysages de la Galice.
    Pas déçu, même si sur la première partie la brume ne nous a pas laisse profiter des beaux chemins forestiers, le seconde, au soleil ne m'a pas déçu.
    Pause dans une petite auberge de campagne, où j'ai demandé une banane, et où l'on m'a servi de la soupe et de la viande.... Un vrai délice, des hospitaliers très gentils.... Une belle surprise !
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    Monique BERNARDON

    Ils ont le sens de l'hospitalité, les pèlerins sont bien accueillis !

    11/10/21Reply
    Monique BERNARDON

    Jolis chemins forestiers

    11/10/21Reply
    Monique BERNARDON

    un peu comme les chemins du Lot

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  • Day36

    Lunch + schoonheidsslaapje!

    August 12, 2020 in Spain ⋅ 🌧 17 °C

    Ik was zooooo koud toen ik aankwam. Maar redelijk snel een restaurantje gevonden om wat te eten. En pffff daarna belandde ik in een 'food coma' want heb zeker 2,5u geslapen🙈 Oke tuurlijk lag het bed gister bijzonder lekker, maar een beetje rozig in je eigen tentje liggen terwijl je de regen op het doek hoort.... Hmmm eigenlijk wint niets het daarvan ;p

    (ojaa ik neem dus telkens het dagmenu (menu del dia) maar verbaas mij steeds over hoeveel dit kost. Ik moest hier 10 euro afrekenen, en dat was inclusief 2 drankjes :o)
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    Corinne Ovinge-Best

    Ziet er heerlijk uit en voor maar € 10,00! Slaaplekker straks!😘

    8/12/20Reply
    Corry janmaat

    Fijn dat je weer wat opgewarmd bent. Ziet er lekker uit hoor je 3 gangen maaltijd. Een hele fijne avond en geniet. Slaap lekker voor straks 😘

    8/12/20Reply
    Henny Tweel

    Ziet er smakelijk uit en ook best veel. Maar dat kun je wel gebruiken. Fijne avond.

    8/12/20Reply
    Ariëtte Van den Bos

    Wat zal jij genoten hebben van deze 3 gangen (warme) lunch na een morgen van afdalen in de mist.kou. en regen . Best spannend dat blijkt wel uit je middagslaapje. nu even relaxen en voor straks welterusten.

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  • Day37

    Goodmorning!

    August 13, 2020 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 12 °C

    Kijk eens wat een fashionable ontbijtplek ik heb! Enn het opruimen van de tent in de stromende regen was toch net zo chique. Oja en dan mag ik zometeen nog m'n doorweekte schoenen aan gaan trekken. Deze ochtend is geweldig! Haha!

    Maar toch zal ik ervan moeten genieten, want het is nog maar 3 dagen fietsen naar Santiago :o. Dus ik stop snel met mopperen, want voor ik het weet ben ik weer thuis!

    Oja kapitein één oog is redelijk verleden tijd! Dus ik kan vandaag weer met twee ogen vogeltjes kijken ;p
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    Anne Broersma

    Tel je zegeningen..👍♥️😜

    8/13/20Reply
    Corry janmaat

    Goodmorning lady positivo.Wat ben je toch fantastisch❤. De wereld mag een voorbeeld aan jou nemen👏👏. Geen gezeur, gewoon door👍Maak er weer een mooie dag van🚵‍♀️ En geniet met volle teugen.😘

    8/13/20Reply
    Henny Tweel

    Nog even door buffelen Femke. Je kan het. Straks schijnt het zonnetje voor je. Succes vandaag.

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  • Day31

    Ferreiros

    September 21, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 16 °C

    Die ersten 15 km ohne Kaffee, davon die Hälfte im Dunkeln durch den Wald bergauf und bergab gestolpert. Fast typisches Erlebnis: 3 Italiener kommen spärlich beleuchtet von hinten, überholen und rennen ziegengleich den steinigen Berg hinunter. Sie laufen so, wie sie Auto und Mountainbike fahren.... halsbrecherisch :)). In Sarria ist dann alles nur noch auf die "letzten-100km-Pilger" ausgerichtet, die mit ihren Turnbeutelchen und brandneuer Kleidung aufbrechen. Ergo ist der Kaffee und das Essen teuer und schlecht, der Weg überfüllt und zu allem Überfluss regnet es mehr und mehr. Landschaftlich fast heimatlich, aber sehr hügelig. In Konkurrenz zu den Frischlingen wird's also schwieriger, überhaupt ein Bett zu bekommen. Zum Glück wird aber eine große Gruppe vor unserem Hostel vom Bus eingesammelt und in ein Hotel verfrachtet. Sie feiern den ersten Tag, als wenn wir schon in Santiago wären ;-).Read more

    Wünsch trotzdem alles Gute für die letzte Phase

    9/22/19Reply
    Janina Wiegratz

    Vielen Dank!

    9/22/19Reply
    Janina Wiegratz

    Pferde dürfen in Sarria nicht Treppensteigen

    9/22/19Reply
    Jette Henley

    Sieht mir stark nach Einhorn aus

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  • Day15

    The Best Day's Walking So Far

    October 2, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C

    After our quiet evening in the hills at Herrerias de Valcarce we awoke to a freezing morning. With a clear starry night the temperature in these mountain quickly dropped to near freezing point. After breakfast we took a short transfer to another mountain top start where the views down over the surrounding hillsides were absolutely breathtaking. Some of the valleys were still filled with white fluffy clouds which had not been burnt off by the low sun.

    The region we are now in is the mountainous province of Galicia. This is a huge contrast to the flat landscapes we had been hiking through a few days earlier. Although the walking is harder, it is infinitely more rewarding. Apart from the glorious views, the cool, clear mountain air made us all feel much fresher.

    Another feature of this region is stone houses with slate roofs. Some of the roofs were tremendous examples of the workmanship of the tilers, almost a work of art in themselves.

    Although we started at around 1400 metres in elevation and knew that we had to finish the day in Sarria at only 400 metres, the descent did not actually begin in earnest until long after the half way point had been reached. In fact we had a significant amount of steep climbing to complete before we could face the additional challenge of the steep downhill.

    Fortunately the path itself was in much better condition than the treacherous rocky paths that had been such a challenge yesterday. In addition we had the benefit of liberal shade along the way.

    When we felt that the steepest of the climbing section had been completed (at around the 10 km point), we took advantage of a lovely hilltop cafe to celebrate with a hot coffee. This was also the perfect location to sit, admire the views and appreciate just how far we had climbed. I believe that anyone undertaking a walk like this one simply must take the time to savour the journey. Especially in this region, the surroundings are just so magnificent, that it would be a crime to just hurry through without stopping time and time again to appreciate the beauty that is all around us.

    Although we might have been expecting an immediate descent to begin, the path actually continued along a saddle for some kilometres. Sometimes there was a small drop, but this was quickly followed by another rise. Apparently this is a classic feature of the Galician mountains. It often means that you can never get into a rhythm.

    It was not until we had reached the 16 km mark that the serious descent began. On this terrain you feel your toes squashed into the end of your shoes. The backs of your legs start to feel the constant strain and you need to pay close attention to every footstep, lest you take a tumble.

    As we descended we pass through a couple of tiny villages. At one time we found ourselves in the middle of a small herd of cows. At the front of the her a cattle dog was making sure they went the right way, and at the rear, the owner was making sure they kept moving. The houses crowded on either side of the path. Some of these looked like they were danger of collapse, while others had been heavily restored.

    With about 6 km to go we caught our first glimpses of Triacastella, nestled neatly in the bottom of the valley. We continued to descend steadily and each glimpse of the town showed that we were slowly getting closer and closer.

    When we noticed an enticing looking cafe we decided that it would be a nice spot to have a drink and rest before completing the walk to Triacastella. There were several young pilgrims already resting there. It so happened that two of our team members were celebrating birthdays today. Christine Swistak was turning 59 and Allan Barlin was celebrating being born exactly 10 years prior to Christine.

    When I suggested we could sing another round of Happy Birthday to Christine, a young German pilgrim immediately produced a ukulele and began to sing. She had a lovely singing voice and for an all too brief moment, we all felt united in the spirit of the Camino. It is these completely unplanned events that for me, make travel so magical.

    Soon we all wished each other yet another "Buen Camino" and continued on or way. A short time later we were in Triacastella and the day's walk had been completed. With a final total of 22 km, it had been one of the longest of our trip so far, but somehow it did not seem too hard at all. Perhaps we are all getting stronger, but I think it was more like being carried along on a wave of positive energy.The slightly cooler weather certainly helped also.

    We arrived at Triacastella around 3 pm - just in time for lunch. This might seem a little strange in Australia, but in Spain the rhythm of life is completely different. It is not at all unusual to have lunch late in the day and dinner much, much later. Dinner is seldom eaten before 8 pm, and often as late as 10 pm.

    After a brief stop at the huge Samos Monastery, we continued by bus the final few km to Sarria. The main claim to fame of Sarria would appear to be that it is the closest point to Santiago that you can begin a Camino and still qualify for your Compostela (certificate). I guess that makes it a popular starting point for those will not much time or energy to devote to a longer pilgrimage.

    My first impression of Sarria was slightly underwhelming as it appeared to lack the charm and history of so many of the other towns we had passed through over the past 10 days. We are booked for one night at the Hotel Alfonso IX. I guess that if it was good enough for the Fonsie, it will be good enough for us. And it was.

    It is hard to believe that in just two day's time our Camino will be complete and we will have arrived in Santiago. Tomorrow we have another long stage to complete, but I already sense that the group is really looking forward to it. Since Santiago is now almost on the horizon we are expecting to be sharing the path with a much higher number of pilgrims.
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  • Day27

    Aguiada

    September 26, 2017 in Spain ⋅ 🌙 14 °C

    Heute Morgen war es wieder bitter kalt. Sind im Dunkel los, konnten von daher aber einen grandiosen Sonnenaufgang über den Bergen geniessen! Unser Frühstück gab es dann einen Ort weiter. Danach sind wir noch eine Weile gemeinsam gelaufen, aber nach kurzer Zeit haben Raffi und ich ins wieder abgelöst um schneller zu gehen. Nach dem Lunch haben wir uns dann gänzlich getrennt, da Amanda Schmerzen hatte und nur langsam gehen konnte. Also sind Raffi und ich die restlichen 16km zu unserem Hostel in nur 2 Stunden gesprintet. Dort hatten wir dann zwei Doppelzimmer, eigene Duschen und ein gutes Abendessen. Ausserdem haben wir die Hamburger wieder getroffen und einen Mann aus Grömitz, der schon seit 5 Monaten, nämlich von zu Hause aus unterwegs ist. Bis es Essen gab habe ich, ganz in Nilsischer Manier Elizabeth, einer Freundin aus den Niederlanden, die Haare geschnitten. Sah auch garnicht so schlecht aus ! Nach dem Essen gabs es dann noch ein Bierchen und wir haben Raphaels Geburtstag gefeiert,bis ich in der Hängematte eingepennt bin.Read more

    Rouya Matu

    Oh ha, Haareschneiden mit der Bastelschere. Sehr kreativ. Cool, dass ihr jemanden aus Grömitz getroffen habt. Er ist VON ZUHAUSE aus losgelaufen ???? Hammer! Wie heisst er denn? Vielleicht kennen Lars und Wiebke ihn. Hut ab.

    9/27/17Reply
    Rouya Matu

    Happy birthday Grüße zu Raffi !!!

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  • Day9

    Sierra

    April 1, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 17 °C

    Ziel für heute: die Stadt Sierra. Auch wenn das Wetter wundervoll war, zog sich das letzte Stück und ich war froh endlich die Füße entspannen zu können.

    Im Lokal Mesón Roberto sprach die Kellnerin sogar Deutsch und der selbstgemachte Reispudding ist sehr zu empfehlen!

    Distanz: ca. 26 km
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    Hendrik Rudert

    Fuego!!

    4/4/18Reply
    Hendrik Rudert

    Nom nom nom

    4/4/18Reply
    Sophie

    Krass einfach überall Wasser....

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  • Day24

    Ein gemütlicher Abend

    June 14, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 14 °C

    Auch heute gibt es nur einen kurzen Bericht, denn ich bin ziemlich müde. Wir waren auch bis eben essen – zwei Amerikanerinnen, ein Brite -, sodass ich jetzt noch schnell unter die Dusche springen muss, bevor das Licht ausgemacht wird.

    Allerdings schlafe ich selten rasch ein, mein später Schlafrhythmus – abends spät, morgens auch – ist sehr hartnäckig, hat sich jetzt nach gut drei Wochen immer noch nicht umgestellt. Das wird sich wohl auch nicht mehr ändern.

    Die heutige Strecke war zum Laufen ganz angenehm, bis auf den Schluss, da ging es wieder steil nach oben. Morgen geht es gerade so weiter. Allmählich merk ich zwar wirklich Verbesserungen beim Laufen, aber nach oben ist immer noch anstrengend …
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    Dieser, Dein Schlafrythmus, der wohl auch der meinige ist, zeigt mir immer mehr, das ich wohl, wenn denn dann, auf September schieben werde. Definitiv nicht 2019, aber wenn, dann September, um nach dem Sommer mit den Kindern bereits in dem "normalen" Rythmus zu sein. LG vom Wurm

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  • Day11

    Pilgrims and People

    May 29, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 23 °C

    The Camino is full of people and of gossip. The first week where we walked with 'our Camino family' of pilgrims, you meet people with their own stories and share the stories of others you've heard on the way. Everyone becomes a legend. You overlap with people as you leap-frog from town to town, all trudging to Compostella.

    We hear of an Irish man who is walking his 3rd Camino this year. His mum always wanted to walk The Way but passed away before she got a chance. He walked it first for her and placed a stone at Cruz de Ferro in memory of her. It is tradition to drop a stone at Ferro - originally this stone represented a sin that you would leave near the end of the Camino, discarding before reaching the Church of St James. As tourists are, now there is apparently a pile of stones and trinkets left here.  The Spanish poor and gypsies collect anything left of value, such as baby's shoes for the miscarried, or necklaces and rings offered as tokens of love, lost. Every few months the pile of rocks and trinkets gets so high, a truck clears the spot so the sins can be replaced by other pilgrims'.  He walked the Camino a second time for himself and realised that the stone he had left for his mum had been carted away and was so angry about this that he decided to make a plaque in honour of her and will affix it at the cross so 'the bastards can't take it away'. He says this in Irish jest apparently, but for him I'm sure it is all a long grieving process. He would have probably spent more time this year on Camino than he has at home.  I hope after he places the plaque he can find peace.

    There's Takeshi the Japanese man. The one non-Christian-heritage man I've met who has walked perhaps 7 Camino. Seeking a different life than that prescribed in Japan he lives now in Spain. When people ask where he is from, he replies 'from everywhere'. Besides Japanese and Spanish, he speaks decent French and English. When we ask him why he repeatedly walks the Camino he replies in accent 'for the miracles'. It's hard to expand on his answer, so we change the topic and buy him another beer.

    We hear of a man who walked the camino with a dog. Depending on the story, he either had a pack of dogs or adopted a husky puppy. The alburge refuse to house him and his dog, so he camps by rivers on the outskirts of town. Over the meseta plains the dog overheats so he walks the distances at night. A 750km walk - the ultimate holiday for a dog and his man.

    Beautiful Pieter from Bourdeax has a wife from Romania, at home with his daughters. We bump into him by the Puente La Reina Bridge, eyes closed in the setting sun. I see him again in the church boarding in Estella, applying tiger balm to his feet which are suffering from tendonitis. I ask him if it helps and he replies 'not really' and shrugs. We pass him in Logrono, crossing the square eating ice cream. Of all pilgrims I've met, he seems the most at ease and the most calm. I've never seen him walking, but when in town he doesn't hide in the alburge or fumble for a nap and shower. He enjoys the travel and what the town has to offer.  The last I saw him he was leaving our table to catch another Romanian pilgrim, to practice his wife's language.

    The Canadian with the bright eyes and separated- toed runners has a quick break in a roadside stop. Although everyone looks at katrinas thongs in shock (our feet ache from our boots so our aussie sandals are a blessing) he points and yells that she is doing an amazing walk. He wants to walk the Camino next time in bare feet, giving himself double the time to make the pained distance. We walked with him briefly in Estella, where we nearly have to jog to keep up with his pace. He originally flew in to Barcelona with the intention to mountain climb, but on the plane he heard of the Camino and left his gear in a locker and headed to do the walk. He doesn't have much time so is jogging the whole thing - hoping to complete 30-60km a day, depending on the terrain. Although he wants to complete it, he is already disappointed he will never see the same faces again as he outstrips us on his way to Compostela.

    Mike from Canada and Paul from Ireland walk the Camino together. They met on a past walk and now, though both so different, repeat the walk together. Mike is a self proclaimed embodiment of the Camino - always offering advice on how to stretch sore legs, or which alburge have the most authentic experiences, or what to carry in your pack. He shares stories of grandure from his past travels, translates the menu, and repeats his anecdotes. In Pamplona, the first big city, Mike enters the bar and pulls the pilgrim to one table. Last year when he walked he came into the same bar and had a grest party, he wants to recreate it. The other Aussie girls, tired from the walk, leave to find a quiet dinner, but we stay to fulfil Mike's dream. He shows us his Camino tattoos and remarks how a real pilgrim carries his pack and starts walking before dawn. Paul sits quietly, sending the odd work email. He has done many Camino and looks so well with a glint in his eye and both feet on the ground. Patient, one foot in front of the other.

    Rachael from America is walking alone. A younger girl who has finished biology and is now studying dentistry. She is lovely and down to earth. She travelled to France with her boyfriend but now walks across Spain on her own. She tells us how in America, the poor children have such bad teeth because all their parents can afford is coke and Macdonalds. The rich kids also come in with holes in their teeth because their parents don't believe in fluoride. The poor and the privileged. She is walking because although she is smart, her parents paid for her college. She is doing the Camino for herself, so she can be proud of her own achievements. For someone so young, and travelling so alone, I'm already proud of her.

    One night we spent in an alburge in Zubiri, an old man came in who looked like he'd walked further than the two days from Saint Jean to Zubiri. Perhaps because of his age he had taken longer than most to cross the Pyrenees mountain? In the bar later that night over beers we hear that he is The Dutchman, who left his home in Netherlands to walk the camino, the whole way by foot. He left two and a half months ago and has only just crossed the boarder of Spain. Desperate, we want to speak to him, to shake his hand and ask him how his feet are. By daybreak he has gone.

    I have learnt, twice in my life now, that I have no real desire to conquer mountains or to trek for the sake of a stamp. Despite the repeated conversations and the constant search for enlightenment, I miss our original group of pilgrims the most. For as busy as the French Way is, the characters you meet on the way do form part of the legacy of the Camino.
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