1000 kilometres on the clock

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The remaining stages of our journey onwards to Gijon passed without major incident or impediment. Notable mentions go to three drunken locals (with megaphone) waking up the entire campsite in Ribadesella with three hours of sustained shouting starting at 5:30am and also a night where our accommodation options dried up and we had to pitch in a field on a 30 degree slope. So we have arrived. Gijon marks the end of our three month walk. Having carried our bags along Northern Spain’s Camino paths for over one thousand kilometres some interesting statistics (subject to a certain degree of guestimation) have emerged.

Consumption:
46 kilos of pasta (we pilgrims needs our carbohydrate)
52 tortillas (bought vac-packed in the supermarket, a lunch time stalwart)
72 ‘café con leche and tostadas’ (the only proper breakfast)
57 nights under canvas (including 26 consecutive nights)
137 sticks of bread (an omnipresent nutrition option which was often found strapped to the side of our backpacks)
360 chocolate biscuits (key for sugar levels, honest)

Casualties:
2 pairs of walking shoes (standing ovation for some cracking footwear now resting in peace)
8 tent pegs (one missing in action the others contorted beyond use)
1 lady shave (last seen plummeting to its death off a top bunk bed)
2.5 stones of Steve and Gina (we thought our shorts were starting to feel a little roomy)

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