24 June Gonzar to Casa Domingo – Ponte Campana
After last night’s thunder-storm the air is fresh and clear which is more than can be said for the quality of air in my dormitory this morning. You can guess for yourself what a room that is fifteen paces long, five paces wide and housing twenty four people in twelve bunk-beds smells like after a few minutes when the windows are closed.
I tried to photograph the storm last night. Here are my photos of rain the likes of which I have not seen for a long time.
The lightening caused some problems including the loss of power and wifi for the customers here throughout the night, and sparodically this morning. Strange thing was though the barman somehow managed to get the television going last night so he could watch football? Go figure that one out folks????
This is Barbara from Padova in Italy on the left and Mila from Lubilyana in Slovenia on the right, and Angelito from Valencia, Spain. We shared a table and a drink last night as we sat out the early part of the storm and ate what little food we had left between us and a lump of freshly-made tortilla from the bar (yum, yum, yum). I like being with these three, they smile and laugh a lot and are very patient with me and my lack of multi-lingual communication.
I’m not sure if it was the weather or something else but almost everyone this morning was up and moving around ready to go starting from about 4:30. As for me, I found myself outside the Albergue, hardly washed, with nothing in my belly nor a hot drink to send to me on my way at 5:30.
But hey! Was I ready to walk or what!
With the very comfortable feel of my pack on my back, my boots on my feet, my sticks in my hands and a cool, crisp morning air filling my lungs, a heavy mist sticking my hair closely to my forehead and chilling me at the same time, I was already filled with a wholesome feeling of what was to come, as once again, the power to move me from one place another on this earth of ours was to come only from the strength of my own body.
Just minutes after first setting out I was once more climbing. Not strenuously, not overly-demanding but just a gentle enough rise to tell me I was gaining height.
Being very dark at this early hour I thought I would be a wise old man and latch onto a group of young people who were just ahead of me as we moved into a wooded area. My idea was that I would use the eyes of four younger people to help me find my way in the blackness.
Ten minutes later I realised I had forgotten those younger eyes were being carried by legs that were also younger than mine, so, I was soon on my own in a dark wooded area playing “Guess which way is the correct to go”.
As it turns out some more younger people than I came up behind me and I was able to track them until it started getting light enough for me to see for myself.
This is the early light of the today showing a stark contrast between the living and the dead in the same trees. I found this emotionally powerful and moving.
The walking today was both gentle and demanding at different times, dry and wet at different times, cool and warm at different times, uphill and downhill at different times and always, always enjoyable all of the time.
Here are the rest of today’s photos including my home for the night.
Be careful of the ants in this part of Galicia.
I think this is where the fairies come out to play at night when we are all asleep and the children dream of toys, swings and puppies.
Some people have always had the correct words to tell everything in as few words as possible…………..
……….. and some things don’t need words…..
Home for the night.
Steps today 30591
Bye for now folks