thoughts, poems, a bunch of non-sensical words that might mean something if you’re lucky
During our dinner the evening before, Michael, Melissa and I decided on meeting down in the courtyard of the albergue at 6.30. Now, the evening before I had also been excited about the prospect of getting to sleep in a womens-only albergue, since this meant the chance of having heavy snorers was going down. Alas, […]
Camino Day 28-30: On wheat fields, insects from hell and pasta carbonara (82.49 km) Read More »
The morning in Arroyo San Bol was frigid, the kind of morning where you deeply regret ever having left the warm cocoon of your bed. Opting for the next best thing, I started packing my bag as quickly as possible so I could start hiking and warm myself up that way. The albergue was small,
Camino, day 25-27: On spa days, socialising and slowing down (57.73 km) Read More »
Disclaimer: If you thought the food poisoning was bad, just wait until you read about the hotel. Looking back, lots of people described the stage between Ages and Burgos as one of the ugliest stretches of the camino. This is entirely due to the fact that Burgos has a very big suburb, and
Camino, day 22-24: On history museums, fires and poetry (52.39 km) Read More »
The stage between Logrono and Najera was undoubtedly the heaviest one I have experienced so far on the camino. Not physically, because when I reached Najera after hiking just short of 30k, I almost walked straight through the city because it didn’t feel like I had reached 30k yet. Emotionally though, these thirty kilometres were
I started day sixteen on sandals because the sweat and socks combined gave me a mean case of hiker’s rash – something that Google helpfully informs me usually happens to women over fifty. … I’ll just leave that little nugget of information here. Anyway, the rash wasn’t all that painful, except for the fact that
Camino, day 16-17: on sunrises, religion and selfishness (48.56 km) Read More »
