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Published: October 31st 2018
Watching our clothes go around and around.
I’m currently in the lavandaría, doing the laundry. Tim is Museum hopping. Only €8 and all our clothes are clean and dry; no ironing though.
This morning I thought we’d be removing vomit from our clothes after the long erratic bus ride around the Costa Del Morte. Aptly named the Coast of Death, I now realise it’s all about the bus. I’d been advised to sit up the front but it was pointless. The driver swung into the endless corners, and stopped and started so savagely, that I thought he was on a time incentive. Reading was a bad start, as the lurches and jerks hit you without notice. Then I tried to lean into the bends, but that only works on a motorcycle.
Just burp constantly, Steve, and pray it’s all air.
Tim felt the same and that cheered me up a little; there’s two wimps riding this bronco.
After two hours of being treated worse than the clothes I’m washing, we stumbled onto the bus station and caught the kinder No.5 to Galicia Plaza.
Step off the bus, step into the hotel. It was that close.
Santiago is overcast but dry today, so I picked up my bag at the Monastery, and who should walk out the door, Darcy, Janet, and Dave. We’ll meet for dinner tonight, as they fly home tomorrow.
Tim likes to read every bit of information on every building, so it took a while to reach the Main Produce Market. It was busier than last week, still smelt dead, but had a lively vibe about it.
Some enterprising vendor actually cooks food you purchased at the market, for you to eat at his cafe. No food inventory or waste, very clever. We opted for the pilgrim meal at the Monastery, and while the ambience was perfect, it was still a pilgrim meal.
In order to wash everything I had, I had 2 options; buy more clothes, or sit with a towel around myself while the load is done. In my youth, the second option was quite successful at a laundrette in Merimbula, NSW, but 41 years later, in the interest of public decency, and taking into account gravity and the passing of time, I went and bought clothes.
Talking of the passing of time, Tim revisited his
Dawn At Finisterre
A perfect sky to close our journey. Muxia will have to wait until next ti.......I’ve been told not to think these thoughts.
Year 7 music exam on a few occasions as we walked.
A subject not dear to Tim’s heart, he arrived on the music assessment day with nothing prepared. This was the make or break test, so in an attempt to salvage this disaster, Tim played ‘ It’s A Long Way To Tipperary ‘ , in the key of G, on a gum leaf; a skill acquired by reading one of his Pop’s books. Oh, what a delight it would be to teach someone like that. He’s just like his mother.
I listened to that tune a few times as we walked in the rain. It still makes me proud.
My washing has advanced to the dryer now so I’ll be done soon.
I have booked my pack into the Monastery so I don’t need to carry it tomorrow, bought tickets for the Cathedral Roof Walk on Friday, and we’re meeting Janet, Dave and Darcy for dinner. I’ll be interested to hear how the rest of their walk went, but they are so glad they did the Camino, all the Way. But it’s time to go home. I still have a week, but I
know exactly how they feel.
Not many pics today. Probably a good thing, I hear you say. The day started perfectly and with our unexpected dinner buddies, it will finish the same.
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