Santiago to Finisterre - Three days on the road

After three days of walking with cooler mornings that developed too quickly into blazing hot siesta afternoons, I made it to the Cape Finisterre Lighthouse. 

Leaving Santiago via the medieval moat and the oldest surviving gate to the city 

I was soon following arrows once again.

Into the green shaded lanes up and away from the city.

Crossing the occasional 12th century bridge,  

I stopped for lunch in Negeira and had by a mostly shaded climb 

to the wonderfully welcoming Albergue at A Pena run by friends Manuel and Maria

I played some music before dinner 

Nothing as refreshing as a cold beer after a long walk. Then enjoyed a delicious communal meal, and played some more.

Despite my intention to depart with the sunrise

I was almost the last to leave - hard to say goodbye I suppose 

The next day was difficult, hot with not much shade. I took far less photos due to the fact my phone melted.

Finally, after a 30 km shuffle carrying lots of water, I enjoyed an even more welcome beer at O Logoso.

Next morning I did manage an earlier getaway- as high 30 degree temperatures were forecast.

I had walked this way before- still with ‘feet that feel just  like lead’ and the occasional dicky knee, this was not Bossanova time. I had big shoes to fill.

A short time later I came across a werewolf, the legendary Vakner. 

As you can see, he had no Chinese menu in his hand - but his hair was perfect.

Not long after, the descent to the coast commenced 

By the time I reached San Roque, I had the Atlantic in sight.

Following the old shaded path through the forest helped me cope with the heat 

And there it was - Cape Finisterre around 12 km into the distance.

Could not resist it. When I reached the beach before  Finisterre I took the plunge- in jocks. It felt wonderful!

Reclothed and mostly dry and feeling much cooler,

I walked on to the Cape

I took a moment and sang ‘What a wonderful world’ sitting on the cliff and watching the ocean 

Time for a beer at the bar at the end of the earth 

I arrived and felt good, in spite of the ridiculous weather 

Finisterre is a magical place. I am looking forward to chilling here for a few days - in every way.