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Published: September 27th 2018
The Bar I Ate at last night.
The food was mouthwatering and I’m so glad I prioritised this as a destination. They even let me have my drinks as a ‘gift’ for helping out with rearranging the outdoor area after the ambulance left. Really genuine people.
Staying in a ghost town tonight. Cireña is a modern development with many condominiums and houses, nestled around a top class 18 hole golf course. But most of the town is overgrown, unloved, and uninhabited. Big money poured in and seems to have created a lemon.
Dinner is being set up around me and the owner has given me the far corner of the table to tap this out.
This morning was fresh, and the South American woman below me rose at 5.30 in order to get ready, eat some breakfast and venture into the cool, dark morning to start her walk. I was awake so I followed her lead. I ate some fruit and nuts, had 2 coffees, and I was energised. My walking buddy wasn’t at the meeting point, I gave her 5 minutes and I was gone. We caught up later in the day and she was shocked; she obviously doesn’t know me.
My boots were picking up stones today because I walk too fast and flick them up. After 3 stops, I peeled my socks over like gaiters; problem solved. I was an average fashion statement, and that’s even by my standards.
My Hot Soup Last Night
Was so hot the bowl burnt the paper under it.
was soon cutting a good pace alone through vineyards and small shrub lined lanes, accompanied by the constant sound of crickets chattering and roosters crowing. It was peaceful, cool, and I was pleased to be alone.
I reached Ventosa by 9am so I had a croissant and a drink and continued in a group of 3. My American mates on push bikes came along so I posed for group selfies with them, at their request, and after a few laughs, they rode off, probably never to be seen again. At least they have a photo of me. Very lucky.
Najéra came and went and at Azofra the decision was taken with others to push on to Cireña, 9 kms further on into a hot day. My feet were boiling but not any worse than yesterday so away I went. I was soon walking ahead of the group , who stopped for pictures, chatted in Portugues, and just dropped behind. I was enjoying the steady rhythm of being alone, and after Burgos it should be more common. Some are going ahead, some will go home, and others will drop off the pace. And the last senario could be me.
Tomorrow is 28.8kms to Belorado, the town famous for cranes nests on the church steeples, and if I remember correctly, The John Lennon Bar. Because today was a long walk, I’m booking my bag through to save my feet. I burst and drained my blisters after my shower, so I’m hoping with new dressings and no Compeed, they will begin to get better. As it is my small backpack has to hold everything dear and important to me just in case the main one goes missing. It is probably only about 4 kilos though.
Dinner is about to be served so I’ll wrap this up and will check in from Belorado tomorrow.
BTW, I have a top bunk for the second night running. My ‘ grey hair gets the bottom bunk’ theory is crumbling before my eyes. I’m sharing a room with 4 women and I’m not sure the 2 Germans are too enthusiastic about it.
And they haven’t heard seen nothing yet; Zzzzzzzzsnorezzzzzzsnorezzzzzz!
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