My feet hurt

I default to writing about the 'good' of the experience. There are parts that are hard to enjoy.

Easy example: it's 9:50pm and someone is using a weed whacker within earshot. A pox upon them and their descendants!!

I've become somewhat of a connoisseur of 'good' bunk beds. This is not a skill/trait I thought I would develop at this stage of my life.

My feet feel like someone is holding hot ants against them for about 1/2 the day, most days.

I fart a lot. I think it's because most of my meals are low on fiber, and often I eat a meal then rest briefly and begin walking... So digestion is negatively affected. Toot!

Wicked farmer's tan. ... And ankle socks, even better.

Most mornings, someone wakes up at a very early hour and makes a ton of noise because they didn't pack their bags the night before. Then they usually use a bright light of some sort. And that's usually within a 1/2 hour of when I was going to wake anyway.... So might as well just stay awake.

Blisters: Not fun. No stars. Do not recommend.

Chafing happens. It is rarely comfortable. It is rarely predictable. It is insidious.

My facial hair has run amok. Complete disaster. Hair on my head is [Miracle Max voice] only mostly dead [/Miracle Max voice].

I have worn the same 3 shirts without pause since May 27th. They have been sorta cleaned most days. Thank the Lambs for Merino wool, it is good even when stinky.

The next town is always further away than the guidebook/map says it will be. 100% of the time.

Translating is mentally tiring sometimes.., there was a moment with a religious guy, and it pained me greatly but I just couldn't... If you ever use a translater : speak in brief phrases, not paragraphs. Trust me.

Time zone woes make communication less convenient. Tho internet makes it so much eaaier than decades ago.

Some people in shared rooms snore. Some snore A LOT. Some (like me) fart. Some do both.

There is such a thing as "too much sun".

Today I had to walk an hour before I could obtain coffee. (But there was a napolitana.. so... Not so bad).

Sunset is late (after 10:30) and most albuerges lock the door at 10.

Sometimes, due to being tired and having on a backpack, I do not stop to pet *some* dogs.

Aside from all that.... Life is pretty good.もっと詳しく