O Logoso to Fisterra - Made it!

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People do strange things at the end of the earth - but hugging a concrete milestone, really? Getting to zero is not weird, it’s emotional. All the planning and preparation, starting out, finding ‘your way’, having problems with your feet and/or your pack, the joy and diplomacy of meeting people - ‘Buen Camino’, and saying goodbye - these experiences well inside us, and memories and random thoughts overwhelm. So hugging a tourist attraction is ok, right?

My day started differently- in the dark, with an early breakfast.
I handed in the key and left.
Almost 32 kms to the Lighthouse at Cape Finisterre.

The rotating wind generators sent a gentle hum down the hillside and across the valley.
After dawn, there were decisions to make - Muxia right, Finisterre left - I took the ‘sinister’ path - hey I am left handed! 
I passed a kind and generous, and unattended donativo stall. If you like it, pay what you think.
More decisions and reminders that this is more than a walk - l went left again.
Sometimes I felt tired, other times I was fine. I kept walking. . .
Then I glimpsed the Atlantic - the ocean was back!
I took the descent slowly- no point in rushing this.
Again I went left - plus it was shorter- so not really a decision.
Still no open bar- so Sancho and I took a breather by the sea.
Several kilometres on, we stopped again. I think this place was called the Finisterre Beach Hut - maybe not.
As the kilometres ticked away, I realised this Camino was coming to an end. Others obviously thought the same.
I was ‘shell shopped’ when I came across this.
There was a welcome diversion back to the forest above the main road.
Beach coves appeared to my left. 
I walked the beach before Finisterre township. 
Ever wondered where all the scallop shells come from . . . Wonder no more!
I was greeted warmly at the Cabo da Vila albergue. 
Everything was ready for me. The staff were so welcoming - ‘Mike you brought your guitar again!’ I felt at home and headed off to Cape Finisterre - a few more kms up the road.

I started to float above the path again and before I knew it, I was there. 
The next thing to do was to find the bar at the end of the earth.
I thought I would get a taxi to the village, but decided to walk back. Why Mike why? I don’t know.
So I am at the finis (end) of the terre  (land). I am here for a while. My apartment overlooks the harbour.
I have got some writing to do before returning to Australia - but tonight is a chance to catch up with Camino friends . . .

The Camino recreates itself every day- I love that, and I am part of it - and you are too, because you are reading this. Bye for now. Thank you for being here  🙏 
Mike












Comments

  1. Chrissy31 July 2025 at 21:05

    I know you’ve been here a few days now! Just wanted to say how gorgeous and blue that glistening water is. And that shot of the beach shore curving around reminds me of Mollymook, looking up towards South end!

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    1. Anonymous2 August 2025 at 06:21

      👍yes the beaches are very similar- but ‘reversed’

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  2. Annika Möller3 August 2025 at 20:29

    Hi Mike, it's great to see that you've arrived at the end of the world. I was really pleased to have met you on my journey and I'm very sorry that I didn't make it there in time. I wish you all the best. I hope to see you again on the next Camino

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  3. Anonymous5 August 2025 at 06:16

    Hey Mike, you'll be heading home soon. I hope the words and songs are flowing. It's always a strange feeling leaving Finisterre. What a journey, thanks for sharing it with us. Buen camino, amigo. Neils

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