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  • Day19

    Sahagun 40 km

    September 18, 2017 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 24 °C

    Wegen meinen Waden habe ich auf das 18 km lange Stück ohne Ort am Schluss auf heute Anfang verschoben. Es ist beeindruckend auf den langen geraden Wegen mit dieser Weitsicht zu Wandern. Meine Wade zwickt zwischendurch aber hat bis jetzt ohne Schmerzen gehalten. Heute habe ich viele Pilger von früher wieder eingeholt.Read more

  • Day19


    June 8, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 15 °C

    Die Nacht bei den Nonnen war herrlich..... selten so gut und fest geschlafen. 😴😴 Entweder haben die Nonnen was beruhigendes oder der Wein 🍷hat sein Übriges getan......

    Dennoch ging's für Marco und mich schon 6.45Uhr los..... und nun ratet: ströhmender Regen und sage und schreibe 8°C. 🌧🌧🌧 Egal, nach ca. 17km kam dann endlich eine Bar und wir konnten bei warmen Kaffee ☕uns aufwärmen, Frühstück gab's dann auch.

    Nach weiteren 9km dann trennten sich unsere Wege und ich ging allein weiter nach Sahagun, weitere 15km. So dass ich dann heute 40km geschafft hab, muss sagen ich bin etwas stolz auf mich. 😊

    Leider waren die letzten 6km nicht so wahnsinnig toll.... bin zwar über den Mittelpunkt des Camino gekommen..... aber leider auch in ein heftiges Gewitter. ⛈⛈ Nun sollte man meinen so langsam hätte ich mich dran gewöhnt, doch so heftig hab ich das hier noch nicht erlebt. So kam ich komplett durchnässt und frierend in Sahagun an.

    In der Stadt herrscht Partystimmung... Morgen findet wohl ein Stierrennen statt, aller Vorbild Pamplona. Das werde ich aber nicht mehr mitbekommen, da bin ich schon weiter gezogen. Aber nun wird die Partystimmung genossen.
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  • Day19


    June 17, 2017 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    Easy 13km walk to a small town called Sahagún. It's the geographical centre of the Camino yippeeee!!! Not doing anything at all today, going to enjoy the sunshine and get some rest. Looking for good food too, get the vitamins in 💪 it's too hot to walk anyway...

  • Day10

    Burgos to Sahagon

    September 27, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

    After only three days of walking the Camino, our team was already starting to resemble the famous troup of ancients featured in the TV classic Dad’s Army. Although I was pleased that my back felt a lot better, I was not so pleased when a close examination of my feet showed that I was starting to develop a blister on one toe. Fortunately, when I counted the toes themselves, the total still added up to ten.

    As the members of our team slowly filtered into the huge breakfast room of the Palazio Hotel, it was evident t that they were not as fit and agile as they were a few days earlier. In fact a couple had obviously decided to skip breakfast and have an hour or two of extra sleep instead.

    After breakfast we were told that we were going to be given a special guided tour of the old city and the cathedral. We were met by a diminutive Spanish gentleman who introduced himself as “Louis”. He then proceeded to address us in Spanish. No wonder there were a few blank looks. Fortunately he realized his mistake and switched to something that slightly resembled English. We shuffled off into the narrow streets of the central part of Burgos.

    In spite of his thick accent, the guy was actually quite interesting and I managed to learn quite a bit about the history of Burgos. I also learned that Henry’s wife Catherine of Aragon actually came from a part of what is now Spain. We explored the famous palace where Christopher Columbus had met with the Spanish King to receive funding for his expedition, although the building has now been converted to a very opulent looking bank. Our tour continued along the beautiful riverbank to the ancient Cathedral. We learnt that it had taken “only” 65 years to construct back in the twelfth century. It had been built in the Gothic style and the front entrance resembled the famous Notre Dame in Paris.

    Inside the cathedral we were told that it was strictly “no flash” for cameras, but Louis then surprised us all by producing a green laser pointer and then zapping it all over the roof and walls of the building with gay abandon. It is Spain after all.

    At 11 am we were back at the hotel and had a few minutes to prepare for the walk and get our luggage ready for the short walk to the bus. We then went on a drive to the start of our walk at Castrojeriz. Of course many of us took the opportunity to immediately close our eyes and get some more sleep.

    We are now walking on the Castillian meseta, a type of high treeless plateau. It was obvious that shade would be a rare commodity as we were surrounded by bare paddocks where crops had recently been harvested. Fortunately there was a slight breeze to temper the heat, so off we went.

    We quickly discovered that this was obviously a busy part of the Camino and we could see many fellow pilgrims stretching into the distance before us. At least the path itself was well formed and relatively flat. The plan was to stop for lunch at a small village some 11 km along the way. At least we would get a good part of the walk over before the worst heat of the afternoon.

    The walk itself went well until we were startled by a horrible sound like a huge swarm of bees. We looked up to find that it was a drone heading straight over our heads. Carlos explained that this was completely illegal in Spain, so I didn’t feel too guilty when I tried to swat it out of the air with my walking pole. Unfortunately I missed. It was certainly an unwelcome intrusion into our personal space and reinforced my own personal dislike of these glorified selfie sticks. Sometimes technology has a lot to answer for.

    The lunch stop was surprisingly good. We had a lovely sheltered area to eat in where the shade, the food and the cold drinks were all equally welcome.

    The final 6 km of the walk were in the heat of the afternoon and I could feel that little baby blister on my toe growing into adulthood. I felt a little better when I discovered that Carlos was also having trouble with his feet and stopped to remove his shoes and apply bandages to his wounds. The Camino is not an easy walk, even when you are only doing a part of it.

    The path eventually joined the tow path alongside an old canal and we were pleased that there was finally some dappled shade. When we finally made it to Fromista my GPS told me that we had walked around 17.5 km, making our total walk in the past 4 days about 75 km. And that does not include the many extra kilometers we have walked around the towns we have been staying in.

    After a couple more cold drinks we climbed into the bus for the transfer to Sahagun. It did not take long for most of the passengers to fall into a coma. I only awoke when we pulled up outside the huge modern Puerta de Sahagun Hotel. This was easily the biggest hotel we had stayed in so far. The foyer alone seemed to stretch so far, it felt like we were in an airport terminal.

    When I finally finished the 2 km walk along the huge corridors to my room, I was thrilled to see that the room was also huge and modern. It had every modern convenience you could imagine – even a bidet in the large bathroom. I soon discovered that the only thing the room did not have was wifi. This was a huge disappointment for such a huge modern hotel. The only place I could check my email was way back down in the foyer (another 2 km walk from the room).

    I decided to forget the email and attend to more urgent matters. After removing my shoes and socks, I went straight to the bathroom and submerged my feet in beautiful cold water. I could almost hear the steam rising when they first hit the water. Simple pleasures are sometimes the best.

    In spite of the disappointment with the lack of wifi, we were all eagerly looking forward to the evening meal. Unlike the previous few nights, we had been promised that we would have a choice from the full menu. That way everyone would have something they really liked.

    At the prearranged time of 7.30 pm we were all eagerly waiting in the foyer. There was a small problem – the restaurant was not ready for us. We waited, and waited, and waited some more. Finally at 8 pm we got the message that they were ready for us. We made the long (very long) walk through the foyer, through several other empty restaurants, another corridor, a couple more rooms and finally into the restaurant that had been prepared for us. I felt like we must be half way back to Roncesvalles by now, the place was so big.

    We were seated at a huge table but soon discovered that there were only three menus for the fourteen of us. That was the first problem. The next one was that there was only ONE waiter for the whole hotel. I did not ask whether his name was Manuel or whether he was from Barcelona, because I already knew the answer.

    It only took us an hour or so (and a huge amount of confusion) to place our orders. If it had not been for the assistance of Carlos, we would have still been there. After another long wait, the word came back from the kitchen that some of the items on the menu were no longer available (probably gone off). This necessitated more changes of orders. Manuel disappeared for long periods of time, then reappeared with the wrong items. It quickly degenerated into a farce. I could only imagine what would have happened if Gordon Ramsay could have seen what was happening.

    I eventually got the bowl of “scrambled” that I had ordered for starters. It was supposed to have seafood in it, but I think that meant that there was one prawn that had to be shared between about 6 people. While all this was going on, the time ticked by relentlessly. It was soon 9.30 pm, then 10.00. Most of us just wanted to go to bed. It had already been a long day.

    When everyone else had received something that might have been what they had ordered hours earlier, I was still waiting. I looked at the blank space in front of me and no longer felt hungry. After Carlos made some enquiries on my behalf, it became evident that the sweet and sour pork that I had ordered was also “off”. I don’t think it had ever been on. At least those who had ordered something called “jaws” had been supplied with a substitute. It was that sort of night. Actually it was hilarious. It is situations like this that can really make a trip memorable. I know when we look back in years to come, I am sure that we will all laugh about the weird night we had in the enormous hotel in Sahagun.

    My substitute dinner eventually arrived. I never did find out what it really was, but it was OK. We still had desserts to figure out. Some had made the wise choice for icecream, not knowing that this meant choosing your own drumstick from the fridge around the corner. The icecream eaters were instructed to form a conga line and then make their selection from the fridge. They came back with their ice creams, while the rest of us waited. I was almost asleep.

    My rice pudding was served just before sunrise the next morning. It had been a fascinating day. I will remember it for a long time. Tomorrow we reach our half way point at Leon. We will then reward ourselves with a rest day. As it also happens to coincide with the Grand Final I suspect I already know what some will be doing.
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  • Day29

    Ecclesiastical power

    May 22, 2017 in Spain ⋅ ⛅ 24 °C

    The abbey of San Benito founded in the 10th C became the most important and powerful monastery in Spain under Alphonso VI. Sic transit Gloria Mundi.
    The towers of San Lorenzo and San Tirso started the craze for the Mudejar style which they pioneered.

  • Day16

    Etappe 18 Terradillos nach El Burgo Rane

    April 22, 2017 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 4 °C

    Es soll ja Menschen geben , die in Herbergen super schlafen können. Bei mir ist das definitiv anderes. Irgendwie erwische ich immer die Mitbewohner, die schnarchen oder nicht ruhig liegen können. Heute kam dazu, dass die Betten in unserem 3 Bett Zimmer hart, laut und ziemlich versifft waren. Das Bettzeug fühlte sich wie Gummi an. Zum Glück hatte ich meinen Schlafsack dabei. Trotzdem endete die Nacht früh, weil mir das schnarchen meiner Zimmergenossen mindestens genauso stark auf den Sack ging, wie der Lärm im Rest der Herberge. Also startete ich um 6 Uhr und traf eine Stunde später doch glatt John und Julia beim Frühstück in einer Bar in Carrión wieder. Allerdings sind sie gestern den Weg nicht gelaufen, sondern mit dem Taxi gefahren, was erklärt, dass sie so früh am selben Platz waren wie ich. Heute sind sie dann mit dem Zug weiter nach León, um von dort aus übermorgen den Rest zu laufen. Nicht so meins, aber das muss jeder für sich selbst wissen. Gleich nach dem Frühstück, holten mich ein anderer Markus mit seiner Frau ein. Die beiden waren ein echt interessantes paar. Ursprünglich aus Deutschland, leben die beiden zeitweise in der Schweiz, haben aber auch noch einen Wohnsitz in Australien und laufen jetzt den Camino - sehr umgänglich und nett, mit Ihnen zu laufen. Obwohl ich das eigentlich heute nicht wollte, hat es mich heute wieder in eine Herberge verschlagen. Diesmal individuell, was zumindest die schnarcher im Raum reduziert ;-).

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  • Day21

    The halfway point!

    September 7, 2016 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 72 °F

    But I actually started before Roncesvalles, and plan to finish at the coast in Finesterre. So, I'm not sure where my halfway point is.

  • Day32

    Sort of a magical walk to Sahagún

    September 23, 2018 in Spain ⋅ ☀️ 28 °C

    Today was 22 kms into Sahagún, but the magical thing was that the day became a memory exactly of what we did 5 years ago. Firstly our Hostal offered breakfast from 6.30 which is great if you want an early start to make the most of the cool morning air. We had gone to sleep early last night as dinner was also early (6.30!!) and our open window was just above where the outside bar tables are, so the conversations below were quite soothing background noise and we dozed off when it was barely dark! So we had an early start at 7.30 when it was just light enough to see the way and follow arrows....and it all came back to us, this is just what happened last time, and we saw the sun rising mystically behind us. Just a lovely time of day.

    At the first little village we stopped for coffee, as the breakfast coffee was too terrible to drink (this is unusual) but this place had just excellent coffee, so we were all happy and had a good start. Then we continued along rolling fields, the usual, but pretty, not as dead flat as yesterday- it did get hot as the sun got higher, and we were very glad of the early start.

    The next magical thing was that as we approached Sahagún and could see it in the distance, we passed a field where last time we saw a man harvesting sunflowers for the first time....well, today he was at it again!! And we also saw more detail...there was a tractor attached to a big container at the corner of the field, and as we watched he drove his harvester over and a big crane-like thing went up and out poured seeds into the container. We didn’t actually see the seeds pouring in as we had gone just round the corner by then, but we did see him drive the harvester over, and Jim took and showed us a video he took of the seeds pouring!! So interesting.

    Then next we came to the spot, just on the home run into Sahagún, where last time we were photographed by the Google maps car! It is near a little chapel, the Hermita of the Virgen del Puente, and there are picnic tables, and columns announcing the “geographical centre of the Camino” this is a half way mark from St Jean to Santiago, though over the last 2 days we have passed several announced half way points!!

    So we walked on and our hotel was the first thing we encountered before even entering the city...bliss, as it is now hot. And this is another luxury experience, 4 stars, and very modern! Only downside is that wifi is not at all strong, photos may be a problem... Amr and I walked into town after washing and showering, just for old times’ sake. It was searingly hot and bright, and the city really isn’t all that appealing. Last time we had 2 nights here, and so we spent a day visiting all the historic sites (which ARE interesting), but this afternoon we made our way to the Plaza Mayor where we had stayed in a little hostal last time, had a glass of wine there, checked the hairdresser where Amr had had his birthday haircut - he would have had one if he was open, but it was totally shut - and then we walked back to our oasis hotel, and plan to have dinner here with Jim and Melanie, and 2 women from New York, Joan and Mary Beth, who are also all staying here. The Canadian sisters have been nearby most of the walking day, but are staying somewhere else.

    We are really now into this life, are expert at packing and unpacking just what we need for the night, and feel we can walk on forever!!! Hope that continues...we are not smug, just really enjoying living the dream.
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Sahagún, Sahagun, Safagún, サアグン, Саагун, 萨阿贡

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