ShakeyJay

Almost there. But another hot day. Only mid 90s today. Little wind. 🥵 Hot, hot. And hundreds of pilgrims. Seems that the three Portuguese Caminos merge at our last stop. So all of the Pilgrims are together for the last hike into Santiago.

On hot days like we are experiencing something like this tree tunnel is a welcome relief.

Only problem is that the last Kilometer to the Albergue in this heat is the longest you will ever experience.

Come to Spain they said.

Do the Camino they said.

In this heat they said.

Ok I said. And who are they anyway, I said. Whew.

But the beer is great. Estella. Met many today. Germans, Americans, Ukrainian, Irish, a couple from New York. No political bull shyte just good craic as Gerry would say. Countryside is beautiful. Pontevedra in the morning light was nice. Just like everywhere in the world there is an effing rush hour.

It is such a beautiful country.

Life is good. But hot.

To prove I am really here.

Buen Camino.

Read ya tomorrow.

 

Short today. Why? It was 38 C here today. All I could think of was getting to our destination without dying of heat stroke. Unbelievable that it is so friggin hot here and it is the 20th of September for ef’s sake.

At the end of a long hot friggin day. The beer here is awesome 😎 👍.

This country is beautiful. The infrastructure here puts Canada to shame. Why!!!

Man fishing off the coast near Bonaio Spain.

Great day,bad day. Bad day in that our Google maps was way off. Thinking we only had 20km to do turned out to be 26km. On top of that the temp hit 32 C. I shouldn’t really be doing this in this heat but I feel pretty good all things considered. But when you’re hiking about in this heat all you can think about is the nice cold one awaiting at the end of the day.

Weather has been spectacular. Not a cloud in the sky – but hot and very little breeze. The city of Bonaio was larger than we expected. It took us almost 2 hours to walk out of it. The city is situated at the mouth of a large bay with giant surf, rocky outcrops, many reefs and small islands that would fit right in in Jurassic park.

We were a wee bit off today. Gerry felt worse than me. I think it may have been what we ate last night but we are both feeling better now.

We hit hills as well today. Two major ones and the second one was just before arriving at the Alburgue. Of course. We persevered and made it. Chilling out.

 

Somebody photoshopped a basketball 🏀 in my gut

Read ya tomorrow.

 

Short day today. As you can see or maybe not the dogs are burning. Knocked off 20 km but did 29 km yesterday. My trusty navigator Gerry the explorer said we had 1 kilometer to go. After one hour and 5 km later I said how far Gerry. Oh 1 kilometer bai. Just around the next bend you,ll see. Really, 30 minutes later. How far Gerry? Oh, it’s just over the next hill bai. Well, we did get to it after about another half hour. Gerry the navigator failed the litmus test but he is a great guy.

Smelly socks bai.

Gorgeous scenery. This Camino has been the best thus far. Reminds me the Nova Scotia coast and the outer parts of Newfoundland. Rugged and rough with the deep blue Atlantic breakers to our left side. Lovely sea breeze to keep the heat at bay. Cloudless blue sky. There is a God and He lives on the Portuguese Camino.

The Glasgow Hotel. Gerry the explorer navigator is fecked I tell ya.

My navigator. I am truely fecked as they say in Ireland. Hey yer trollies in a knot.

Couple we met from Burnaby BC. They are cycling to Santiago.

Read ya tomorrow.

 

 

Late start today. Left at 7am. Late start you would say? Well, we left our quarters and headed out. It was very cool and the sun was trying to break over the eastern ridge. Because it was so hot yesterday we decided to take the coast route. So we walked about 2 km to the west where we picked up the coastal littoral route. It was beautiful. High surf crashing on the rocks and a nice steady breeze.

So what happened? We got about 5 km in when I realized that my upper partial denture was not where it was supposed to be. How on earth I thought to myself. Was it still in the sink at the hostel? Shyte. Dot will not be amused when she shows up and I am just gumming around. Damn. Gerry was not pissed off. What do we do? Go back. I have to.

So we walked back up to the main road. There was a Petro station near to us. We called for a taxi but this stranger heard us. We said that I left my passport back at the hotel. The stranger offered to take me back and return me while Gerry waited at the station. Got to the hostel,ran up to my room but the partial was nowhere to be found. I told my lift that I found my passport and returned to the petro station. WTF over. I checked my Dobie bag and there it was. Stuck between the soap and the toothpaste. Whew. Saved. We headed back to the coast and carried on. Over all we lost about 30 minutes in time but added about 3 km to our hike.

The rest of the hike was great. Sea breezes all day. It took the edge off. We stopped for lunch at noon then got to the Mino River which is the natural border with Spain. We took the local ferry across the river and entered Spain at Garda.  In time we found the municipal Albergue which operates on a first come first served basis. Everything else is booked – full – complet.  Code for you’re screwed. Just finishing up the blog as we arrived at 5pm. Going out for a Spaghetti Bolognese.

No song as you tube is down.

Read ya tomorrow.