Pendueles

Walking with mad Dominic is a dangerous affair. He sincerely believes that alcohol is good combined with exercise. "You do not know this?", he said in exasperation with his heavy French accent when I questioned him. Today we tested his theory while walking along cliffs and he was like a mountain goat whereas I, on the other hand, was walking like a bloke who has had a couple of beers. No surprise there.

The main thing is I got to tell the tale in spite of his best efforts to see me off. At one point he said he could hurl his walking cane five metres in the air and catch it. He was half right. He threw it five metres but it landed on me before he caught it, sending me toppling!

In spite of all that I love his company. He is staying in a place 15 kilometres further on from me so it's unlikely I'll see him again but we pretended otherwise. I said I'll walk a bit extra each day and he said he'd wait in Santiago but neither is likely.

That's how this walk can be; a cycle of happy and sad and it is richer for it.

Photos - a river on the way to Pendueles... Dominic crossing a natural bridge over the sea...the beautiful coastline here...how I refuelLes mer