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  • Day37

    Tijd om wat te eten!

    August 13 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 19 °C

    Op de helft voor vandaag! En ik sta onderaan de laatste lange klim. Het is maar 12km, dus dat valt hartstikke mee toch😬🙈 Als het goed is, is het hierna alleen nog op en neer ipv al die oneindig lange klimmen die ik de afgelopen dagen heb gezien. Maar eerst dus nog even moed verzamelen en wat eten en drinken ;)Read more

  • Day30

    Sarria to Portomarín

    May 19, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 18 °C

    Hello from Portomarín, Spain. I will start this entry by quoting Forrest Gump when he decided to stop running. “ I’m pretty tired, I think I will go home now....and just like that, my running days was over”. My version: “ I’m pretty tired, I think I will go home now...and just like that, my walking days are over”. So, I left Sarria at around 6:30 am and walked until 4pm. I covered 15 miles...short of the 18 miles that I needed to make reaching Santiago possible. But, throughout the day, I kept thinking about which direction I wanted to head in...keep on as is, or head to Portugal. I have experienced the Camino, the miles, the people, the good and the bad. I have seen the country..from the east to the west. I have found what I needed to the end, I do not need to reach is about the journey and not about any reward at the end. There is a whole other European country just south of me that I have never seen....a great time to see it I think. As I sit here writing this tonight from the veranda of a pensione/albergue in Portomarín. I have a private room for $33 and am sitting on the veranda, sipping local wine at $1.50 a glass, eating local olives which are most likely free and enjoying a great view of the river. And, all the while thinking....I think I will mosey on down to Porto, Portugal tomorrow and check out the city and the beaches before I go home. Who’s the wild man now?! I am feeling like a king as I sit here. I found this place on the edge of town...I should be in the city taking photos but, I have no desire to move from this spot so I think I will order dinner and watch the sun go down right from here. That’s the thing about the Camino, one minute you are slogging through the mud or baking in the hot sun while on the trail but an hour are living life. Yes, my knee hurts and my feet are sore and my clothes have a funky smell by now but hey, sitting out, I don’t really care. So, I have to plan my travel to Porto...with any luck, Iwill arrive by tomorrow evening. I will keep the blog going as Portugal, I am told is a beautiful place. Goodnight from Portomarín and as always, thank you for checking in!Read more

  • Day143

    Portomarín - July 22

    July 22, 2018 in Spain ⋅ 🌙 19 °C

    July 22

    We walked past the 100 kilometers to go marker today - Woohoo!!!! When we finished in Portomarín, we checked, and we only have 94.7 kilometers (58.8 miles to go).

    We had another beautiful morning/day with a lot of climbing. I think this whole last part of this journey is climbing and descending over and over. I love going up...not a big fan of the downs, especially if they are steep. One big change today was the huge increase in the number of people walking. There are many different Caminos, and they are now merging together as we get close to Santiago. Also, many people only do the last 100 kilometers in order to get the Compostela. We are fine with it, though. We have had over 400 miles without the crowds.

    We got to walk and do some cafe time with some of our favorite young women today. One is from Rochester, NY, one is from Madrid, and one is from Denmark. They met quite awhile ago on the trail and have been hiking together. We love their giggles and their laughter. They brighten our day every time we see them.

    We also saw Sasha and Vlad today. They are from Serbia originally, but live in Boston. We hadn’t seen them for awhile, so it was nice to hike with them into Portomarín, where Pakuchan, Paul, and Mirabelle were also staying 🙂. Our friend, Andy, is ahead of us now...hoping to see him in Santiago.

    At dinner tonight, we all discussed when we plan to arrive in Santiago. Most are planning on the 26th, but Alan and I plan to arrive on the 27th. We are going to do a couple of shorter/easier days during this last 58 miles. We have the time, and our bodies will appreciate it. I know I will enjoy sleeping in a bit 🙂!

    State of our Bodies After 441 miles:
    1. Alan’s ball of his foot still bothers him time to time, but so far so good 🙂
    2. My first blister healed up right away, so my left heel decided to get one. It looks like it will go away quickly, also.
    3. Today was a great day for our backs- neither of us had any tightness at all
    4. Yesterday, I thought I was much younger than 56 and did a little jogging downhill. Today, I am paying for it with a sore groin muscle. Alan says I can’t run anymore 😂😂

    Tomorrow’s destination is Palas de Rei - 15.3 miles.
    5 more days until Santiago!!!
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  • Day49

    Photos walking to Portomarin

    October 10, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C

    Will just try 3...forgot to mention that now in Galicia there are Camino signposts with an arrow, and giving the distance to Santiago in kilometres, to 3 decimal points!! We wonder why they didn’t place them when it was a simple distance not needing decimal points.Read more

  • Day16

    Sarria to Portomarin

    October 3, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 28 °C

    We all well knew that our journey along the Way of St James was rapidly drawing to a close. Tomorrow we would arrive at the famous ancient Cathedral of Santiago and our own Caminos would be over. After sharing so much together over the past two weeks I am not really sure if we are actually wanting the experience to end, or whether some part of us would like it to continue for longer.

    Although we only completed a part of the entire Camino, it was impossible for us not be effected by the passion that draws so many people together in a united goal. In such a fragmented and divided world it is rare to see so many people of so many different races and faiths all drawn along by some invisible force to just "walk to Santiago". Whether or not you really believe that Santiago is literally the final resting place of St James, it is still a very moving experience to be a very small part of.

    The path was soon shrouded in a foggy mist which filled the valley. It seemed entirely appropriate and reminded me of the misty drizzle that had accompanied us as we departed from Roncesvalles on what seemed like a lifetime ago. The path very quickly turned uphill and we were all measuring our steps as we gained altitude. I looked around at the crowd that was around me and tried to imagine what had drawn each of them from far and wide to this same point in time and place. For a short while our lives would be tied together, and we would soon part to disperse all over the planet.

    The crowded path gave us a great opportunity to chat with other walkers, This had been something that I had been looking forward to, even before beginning the Camino. The conversations would usually begin with "Where are you from ?". The rest would flow freely. There is something about walking side by side with someone that encourages inhibitions to slide and for serious matters to come to the surface easily.

    Along the way there were regular Camino posts which steadily counted down the distance to Santiago, unfortunately many of these were covered in graffiti. It is so hard to comprehend why so many would feel inclined to permanently damage these markers by writing their names all over them or worse still, stealing the brass distance marker itself.

    The 100 km post has special significance, unfortunately it was the most defaced of all the previous ones. Dozens of walkers had covered the post with their names and other messages.

    The rolling hills rewarded us with amazing views, but also "blessed" our tired legs with numerous steep climbs and descents. Although my feet have fared pretty well after walking well over 200 km in the previous ten days, there was no doubt that my legs were tired and my toes would be very glad to be finally freed from my walking shoes.

    We stopped for lunch at a busy café. There was a continual queue outside the single toilet and a waiter that would have done the legendary Manuel proud. Fortunately the food was OK and we were soon on our way again.

    The walk ended with a very steep descent down to Portomarin. At this late stage of the day and after 8 hard days of walking, all of our calves were protesting loudly. We then had to cross a huge (and VERY high) bridge across the Belesar Reservoir. The height made some of our walkers feel strong vertigo.

    It was a relief when we finally saw our parked bus and Raoul our driver. It had been one of the longest days of the trip, but the scenery was worth it. I checked the GPS and it told me that we had walked 24.5 km. No wonder I was a little worse for wear.

    All that remained was a transfer to our hotel at Arzua. Unfortunately this ageing 2 star Hotel Teodora was the worst of the trip. Situated right on a busy road the noise continued all night long, supplemented by the loud shouting of boozed up backpackers till after 3 am in the morning. At 2.30 am someone chose to add even more noise by racing up and down the street outside and dropping wheelspins along the way.

    The non air conditioned rooms were hot and tiny and mine came complete with the lingering smell of tobacco smoke (in spite of the prominent non smoking sign). In a surprise twist of events the evening meal was easily the best (and certainly the most copious) we had enjoyed for the entire trip. So much so that much food was left piled on plates uneaten.

    Tomorrow we will complete our Camino and finally get our first sight of the famous Santiago Cathedral.
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  • Day29


    August 30, 2019 in Spain ⋅ 🌙 24 °C

    Nach dem üblichen Prozedere und ein wenig Erholung erkunden wir ein wenig das Städtchen und Gesellen uns für einen Drink zu ein paar anderen Pilgern die wir flüchtig kennen. Anschließend gehe ich mit Juli und Martin gemeinsam zum Abendessen. Das Restaurant ist eine Empfehlung die Martin bekommen hat und das Essen ist einfach genial.

    Das beste was ich seit langem gegessen habe. Dementsprechend essen wir viel zu viel, aber wen interessierts? Bei den Kalorien die wir hier täglich verbrennen fällt das eh nicht ins Gewicht.

    In der Nacht bekommen wir mal wieder nicht all zu viel Schlaf, da mal wieder ein Fest stattfindet und bis in die Morgenstunden gefeiert wird.
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  • Day29


    May 17, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 10 °C

    36 km avec de la pluie. Pas facile. Je suis rendu à la borne du 92km. J’ai passé le cap du 100km. Une bonne lasagne pour souper et quelques verre de vin blanc avec ma nouvelle amie Alba, la serveuse de l’hôtel. Très jolie demoiselle et très gentille. J’ai pratiqué mon espagnol. 😋Read more

  • Day49

    Camino 13 Sarria to Melide

    July 15, 2019 in Spain ⋅ ☁️ 19 °C

    We're feeling exuberant as we tackle our second-to-last day with a new-found energy.
    We discover on a hilltop the remains of a village built around .... 4000 BC!
    We negotiate a descent down to the riverside town of Portomarin where we have a long lunch, complacent now, and confident of our ability to complete our ride comfortably.
    Melide is not the most enticing town although riding through it the following morning, we find more charming areas than that which locates our hotel. That said the hotel is comfortable with a friendly and helpful London/Spanish manager.
    Tonight we discover the popular local dish of octopus in butter. It's exquisite and meltingly tender.
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  • Day11


    October 12, 2019 in Spain ⋅ 🌙 11 °C

    Hey daar thuisblijvers,

    Ik ga direct met de deur in huis vallen: ik ben kapot! Elke keer wanneer je denkt:" vandaag zal het een rustig dagje zijn aangezien we maar 37 km moeten doen" blijkt opeens dat het boekje waaruit we de afstanden komen helemaal fout is! Onze eindbestemming leek steeds korter bij te liggen dan dat het werkelijk was. Na een tijd vraag je of of ze dat stadje even hebben verhuist.

    In ieder geval het is duidelijk dat ik een pussy magnet ben. Smorgens vroeg toen ik water aan het nemen was hoorde ik een miauw. En daar zat die dan lekker aan het wachten op haar koffie miss. Kat (zie foto). In de namiddag kwam er daar een zwarte kat vrijwillig zich neerploffen op mijn schoot. Jammer dat ik hel niet mee kon nemen. Het was een heel braveke tov mijn compaan die mij in deze leidensweg sleept.

    Eindelijk aangekomen op onze bestemming en in onze auberge met tax... te voet, werden we gepaard met een spaanse familie die begonnen is vanaf sarria (ongeveer 15km terug). En ze waren elkaar al aan het masseren! Mietjes zeg ik dan! Ik wou ook een massage :(.

    Maar ja doet er niet toe, iedereen doet zijn camino op zijn manier. Helaas hebben wij die genomen met weinig full option en met veel martelingen maar we zijn er bijna! Nog ongeveer 94 km te gaan! Wish us luck.

    Slaapwel iedereen en tot morgen!
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You might also know this place by the following names:

Portomarín, Portomarin, Puertomarín, ポルトマリン, Пуэртомарин, Портомарін, 波尔托马林

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