One word to describe today: Brutal
It was 21 km of pure tortúre. It rained like a monsoon all day long. The rain gear and poncho coverage was like a sieve. Soaked through to the bone. On top of that the terrain resembled a surface of loose rocks, granite crevices , and gooey mud. I fell many times. And on top of that there were many hills. One hill went up about 4 kilometers. The down hill parts were equally treacherous. And on top of that and that and that the kilometer markings were off. That is the worst part as you see a sign that says Zubiri 4.9km. after walking for an hour you would expect to arrive only to read Zubiri 3.9 km. Brutal. I was piss……ed.s of people doing this. Buen Comino. Are you kidding me ?
And speaking of the Camino. Why doing this? They would ask. Well I dont really know. Religious? Physical? Dont know. What can I say that wouldn’t up set people. I don,t know. It is as simple as that.
One woman whom I met during dinner last night told me she broke off with her boyfriend, lost her job and was evicted from her apartment. So that is why she doing the Camino . Wow I thought. Many people do this for various reason’s, it is an existential issue. Really?
Really.? Yes really. I would have thought many other thoughts about this but I would be labelled according to whatever perceived injury. Just a thought. I thought.
All the best.
Happy anniversary Dot. Two years of undetected crime.it has been great.
Oh and it is raining.
John.