Tapas and pintxos anyone! How can I go past a market named after Saint Michael? It was wonderful returning to Madrid - and having enough energy to go out for an early dinner. It had been a long day since the Beach Hut morning farewell 😊- in fact it was the longest day of the year in the northern hemisphere, and was the longest night in Australia as I left. Leaving Nowra, I had half the globe to cross! The train journey to Sydney airport was scenic and subdued, with only my guitalele for company glancing at me suspiciously from the seat opposite - ‘you’re doing this again, Mike?’ The flight left on time, the service was fine and I watched ‘A Complete Unknown’ a couple more times time before landing in Dubai. Like a Rolling Stone indeed. Dubai looked a little brighter closer up The flight from Dubai to Madrid detoured south over Egypt (for obvious reasons) and after ‘seven flying hours’ landed in Madrid. The plane was on time - and my pack appeared on the baggage carousel. Thank go...
A coastal resort town on a Sunday - what’s not to love about a pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela. Tonight I am staying in a beachside hostel in Patos - six days in and just over half way, with people from Germany, Romania, and a Russian expat. Galician mist greeted me as I departed. The path was flat and the atmosphere was mystical . . . with a rainbow trying to break through. A right turn up the hill and into the forest. A truism of the Camino is that climbs always provide better views . . . always. Reaching the ridge was welcome even though it was rocky. Hello, I’m Mr. Ed.- I met a very chilled horse who likes company. I think I did okay.’Wilbur- who was that?’ That was a bloke with no name. Time for breakfast - a couple of hours in! Approaching midday local beaches were filling and I figured it was time for a swim.Bliss - cool and refreshing. Back on the path, I crossed a medieval bridge - with foot traffic refuges to keep pedestrians safe from marauding carriage...
From predawn departure to midday arrival, I felt I was flying. The kilometres peeled away - a strange sensation given my general plodding over the previous 11 days. At the cathedral door, ‘cantare’ - time to sing! My morning started early, like 5:30 am early. With happy memories from dinner the previous evening. Almost everyone is heading to Santiago today. As I stepped out this morning, there was a rumble of thunder and a lightning flash. Thankfully the weather stabilised and I had clear skies and mild temperatures for the rest of the walk - maybe there is an interventionist God. I followed the footsteps of albergue friends out of town in the dark. This couple from Portugal shared some of their path side breakfast with me. Camino kindness is alive. I played some breakfast music on the guitalele. The sun rose and the green pathways reappeared. Around midmorning I stopped for brunch. Delicious! This saw me through to Santiago. The Camino Portuguese is a wonderful introduction to th...
What, you can do this with a ukulele!! That's ridiculous, man!
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