17 June Hospital de Orbigo to El Ganso
Ten minutes past six this morning and I am already on my way. I’m eating a sandwich I made last night. It’s dreadful fare, the bread is dry, the cheese sweaty and the piece of ham almost two days old. But eat I must, nothing was open for 3 hours yesterday and today promises a repeat performance.
An hour after starting this days’ walking I am starting to climb low-lying hills and going up and away from the villages behind me. It is cold again, really quite cold, if I had a fleece I would wear it. The sun is just breaking the horizon behind me and I am cast into a surrounding of gold once more.
It feels good to be walking up and down hills again and the exertion helps takes the early morning chill out of me, although my hands were to stay cold for another hour or so. Even so, if for nothing else than to get something inside me I stop for a cafe con leche at 7:30 in an Albergue that just ejected last night’s customers.
About half an hour later as I am walking up a fairly steep hill with good visibility all around me I spot a figure some distance away, probably about 800 metres or so. I walk a little more and when it seems
I’ve the correct time and distance I wave and shout a cheery “Buen Camino” but there is no reply, the figure stands rock-still staring down at me. I repeat my cheery wave and greeting. Still nothing in return. Maybe the don’t speak Caminoeese I think but still give it one more try. Again, zilch, nada, nothing not even a shudder in reply. Here’s why.
A couple of toe wiggles later I reach the outskirts of Astorga where I need to cross a railway line. As I walk over the railway I see some speed signs that make feel happy I am not a Spanish train driver. Life must be so complicated for them.
Now then, anyone who knows me will know I am not the happiest of men when I need to go shopping. Guess how I felt when reached Astorga on Market Dayand had to weave my way through this lot wearing a back-pack.
I think I had something in common with this guy though.
Here are some of the sights of Astorga, where I didn’t tarry too long.
To be honest I was happy to leave the city behind me and get back into the country side where I had a cafe con leche (have you notice how the Spanish language is second nature to me now, cafe con leche, cafe con leche, cafe con leche etc).
It’s a bit tricky to describe the countryside now, some would call it scrubland, others meseta and yet another group might call it boring. Make up you mind, this aid what it looked like about 1:30 this afternoon.
Some time later and around eight hours after I started walking this morning I get into this one horse where the horse bolted about ten years ago.
Then I find where that horse bolted to and find a bed for the night.
I think my photos are little mixed up today. Tune n tomorrow for another exciting episode of life on the Camino through the eyes of a happy man.
Steps today 42485
Bye for now