Homeward Bound

Day 10 Santiago to Waterford.
We got up at 7:20 to see Ricky off.  His flight was at 10 am. We went back to bed and slept until 9:15, when we packed up and left, by the albergue deadline of 9:30.

We headed downtown for breakfast.  In a nice café, we had tostado (toast) and a toasted sandwich, both made from ordinary sliced pan white bread.  Owen was still a little peckish, so he ordered a croissant.  When we paid the bill on leaving, the waiter told him he hadn’t charged for the croissant.

We took a little too long for breakfast, because when we arrived at the church at 11:35 for 12 am mass, there was standing room only.  So we stood through mass, which took the bones of an hour. 

Inside Santiago Cathedral
The highlight of the mass is the swinging of the Botafumiero, which, I presume, was originally used to mask the smell of the unwashed peregrinos of old.

Here’s a video of the botafumiero:

Owen was a little cross with me for not telling him the mass was in Spanish.  It took him totally by surprise, and he hadn’t a clue of what was going on.  How was I to know that he didn’t know?

We had lunch (a nice paella) and headed or the bus stop for the airport bus.  The bus was late, the journey was slow, so we had little time in the airport before our flight.  By the time we bought a few presents and went to the gate, the plane was already boarding.  Happily, we were in the middle of the first section they called and were on the plane in a flash.

Take-off was Exactly on time, and with a strong tail wind, we landed 50 minutes ahead of schedule.  The passport control was a bit slow, but when we came out of the building we met my wife, Heather, heading into the building.  Quelle surprise!  She was early, too. Owen’s mother was waiting for us in the car.  So, we were away down the busy M50 in no time, had a meal in the Poitín Still on the Naas Road.  And we were home by 9:00.   The dogs were delighted to see me.

Journey’s End

Day 9 – Padron to Santiago. 15 Miles.

We were up at 5 am and on the road for 5:30.  The plan was to try to make 12 o’c mass in Santiago.  To have any chance of a seat at it, we’d need to be there by 11:30.  Our pace has been a little slow, about 3 miles an hour.  15 miles would take 5 hours walking leaving 1 hour for breaks.

So, there I was, getting up at 5 in the morning, to walk 15 miles, to go to mass.  I’ll be excommunicated from my atheist club.

We took our first break at A Picaña, a little over 5 miles out.  Just as we were leaving the village, it started to rain slightly.  The way ahead looked rather dark, so we thought there was going to be a downpour.  As we were passing a café at the time we decided to let the rain pass.  We waited 20 minutes, but the rain never came in earnest.  We knew then that our contingency time was all gone, and we had no break time left, if we were to reach Santiago by 11:30.

We stopped again at Milladoiro, about 5 miles from Santiago.  Just as we were getting up to leave, the rain started in earnest.  We sat it out.  We finally reached Santiago around 1:15 pm.

Happy to have finished. Posing before Santiago Cathedral
 
This picture was taken by a Russian woman, from St Petersburg, whom we met at various stages over the previous week.  She’d started on the coastal route from Porto.

A nice piece of sculpture on the slope below the albergue.

We signed into the Seminario Albergue, not far from the Cathedral, where we got three single rooms at €16 each.  We had a shower and headed back downtown for food.  We had one of our nicest meals of the Camino for €10.  Then we went to get our certs to record our Camino from Porto to Santiago.  The Oficio was crowded and it took us almost an hour to get it done.  It was time for bed, then, so back to our albergue.  We all went to bed, tired but happy.

On our last legs

Day 8: Caldas Del Reis to Padron.  11 Miles

With just a short journey to make today, we had s lie in until 7 and were on the road just after 7:30.

A letter box at the main Post Office at Caldas Del Reis
With just two pitstops, we were at the Association albergue in Padron by 12:45.  It opened at 1 pm, so we didn’t have long to wait in the hot midday sun.

A Columbarium we came across close to Caldas Del Reis
There are private albergues where you can book your bed in advance, but parochial, church run, and Xunta, local authority run, operate on a ‘first come first served’ basis.  In some there is a notice outlining priorities:

1st  Disabled people

2nd  Walkers

3rd  People on horseback

4th  Cyclists

That would be a typical list.

When you arrive before opening time, you put your backpack beside the door and find shelter from the sun, or maybe sit in a nearby café/bar.  Later arrivals will ‘queue their bags behind yours.

Everybody makes sure to be there st opening time, not to miss out.

However, it takes time to check in a person.  The Passport details are taken, you may be asked your age and profession, a ticket is issued and paper bed and pillow coverings are issued. Sometimes particular beds are allocated, and a volunteer has to go with you to make sure you get the correct bed.  Every person takes two or three minutes.

The problem arises when you are way down the queue, in sweltering heat. Only 3 or 4 Peregrinos can usually get into the desk at the front door.

Anyway, the queue was short yesterday and we got in fairly quick. 

After a rest we had our shower, did  our washing and hung it out.  Then we went downtown to find food.  After wandering around for a while, we discovered the cafés and restaurants wouldn’t be serving food until 7 pm and it was still only 5:15.

On our way back to the albergue we found a little bar and decided to have a beer there.  Not young Owen, though, he did with water.

One beer led to another and we filled in the gap between present time and opening time.  By the time we had our meal and got back to the albergue, it was close to 10, so I had no time to do the blog.  And that’s why it’s only posted now.  Apologies.

Another close encounter with the wildlife

Day 7: Pontavedra to Caldas Del Reis 15 Miles

We were up at 6 and away by 6:30 this morning.  Going through the town we met quite a few young people on their way home from their night out, in varying stages of sobriety.  A Kebab shop was still serving the last of the stragglers as we went by.

We walked for 2 hours 15 minutes straight, if you discount a brief stop at a coffee vending machine.  Young Owen, who hadn’t drunk coffee before the Camino is now a coffee lover.

The trouble with ordering bocadillos in Spain is that unless you see an example at the counter or in a customer’s possession you have no idea how big it’s going to be.  They vary from bap size to a foot long and 4 inches wide.

We ordered bocadillos at our first and only stop and got the full size ones.  Unusually, the bread was brown, but delicious, nonetheless.  This suited us as there were no other restaurants before we reached Caldas Del Reis.

A few miles from Caldas Del Reis, Ricky and Owen saw a large creature in the undergrowth 6 feet below us and beside us, beside the main road we happened to be on.  Ricky recognised it as a wild boar.  There was a stream there, and we heard a splash as it apparently jumped into it.

Almost immediately afterwards we could hear it crashing through the woody undergrowth on the other side of the Armco barrier and it emerged, just feet in front of us on a little path through the woods.  It was a big black-haired creature, with two tusks rising from its lower jaw.

It came up the the barrier, crawled under it, banging its back in the process, then took off, at speed, across the main road. Of course we greeted it with chants of Allahu Akbar, to show we wished it no harm.

We reached the Albergue at Caldas Del Reis before noon, none the worst for our experience.  We were the first customers, but had to wait an hour for opening.

While we waited to get on, a local young lad, no more than 10, got us involved in a kick around for about 20 minutes or so.  He had his full Spanish National team kit, playing as Iniesta.  The older air of us were wrecked before we got ourselves into the albergue. 

A fountain outside our albergue at Caldas Del Reis

The days are getting shorter

Day 6: Redondela (almost) to Pontavedra. 14Miles
Short day today. We were at the Albergue in Pontavedra by 1:30, even though we had a lie in and didn’t set out until 7:30 am.

It was a nice section, through forests and undulating hills.

There doesn’t se to be the same cameraderie on the Camino Portuguès as there was last year on the Camino Francés.

I don’t know if it’s because most of the Peregrinos are Spanish and Portuguese, with just a smattering of English speakers from Ireland, UK, US etc, but there seems to be little interaction between the Spanish/Portuguese speakers either.

On last year’s Camino we met many fellow Peregrinos with whom we shared our experiences, had fun with and became friends with. We haven’t met one yet on this stint that we have befriended or been befriended by.

Rather strange, I think.

Since we’ve gotten into the final 100 Kms of Santiago numbers of Peregrinos have increased considerably, so perhaps things will change in the coming days.

Anyway, it’s a relatively short day tomorrow, a mere 15 Miles.

To bed to bed, there is a knocking at the gate.

Goodbye Portugal, Hello Spain

Day 5: Valença to Redondela (almost) 20 Miles.

The International Bridge between Portugal and Spain at Tuo

Out agaIn this morning at 5 am, and for the second day on a row I left clothes behind. The problem is that we’re going before lights come on in the dorm, so it’s easy to miss something that you have airing on your bunk.

I’m down to 2 tops and 2 underpants now, so I will have to wash what I finish the day I straight away, everyday, until I find somewhere to buy replacements.

It was raining lightly when we left Valença this morning, but it gD stopped by the time we reached Tui, just across the river, and in Spain. Last night was our last night in Portugal.

Rural drainage
Spain is an hour ahead of Portugal, so we lost an hour once we crossed the frontier.

We did 2 hours walking before we stopped for breakfast at a nice little makeshift garden café.

We didn’t stop again until we met a café in the centre of Porińo, at around 11:30 Spanish time, 5 hours out.

On our way out of Poriño we realised that we hadn’t paid our bill, so I went back about a kilometre and paid it.

By this time, the sun was out and the day was getting quite hot, though not hot as it had been on Wednesday as we walked into Ponte da Lima.

We stopped again Mos, where Owen had the largest and most delicious looking chicken sandwich in a café there. It was too hot for Ricky and I and we opted for ice cream.

We eventually called it a day at a private albergue, called Albergue Corisco, about 2 miles short of Redondela. We were put a full 9 hours at that stage.

Bougainvillea at Albergue Corisco

We’ve just finished a nice peregrino meal here, at €8 a head, and the bed will cost us €12 each.

After 3 long days, we will have a respite over the next few days with only 12 -13 miles a day to cover.

Beware of snakes

Day 4:  Ponte de Lima to Valença 23 Miles

We were up at 5:00 this morning and on the road by 5:30.  It was still dark, but not so dark we couldn’t make out the yellow arrows guiding our way to Santiago de Compostella.  

The day was cool and we made good progress.  We made our first stop at at around 7 am.  The café we stopped at wasn’t open, but there were chairs outside so we sat for a break.  After about 5 minutes we heard movement inside and almost immediately it opened.  We had three nice cafés con leite.

Just as we were getting up to leave, the bread delivery arrived, but we were committed to the road, so there was no sitting down again.

The route today was lovely, along small country roads, but much of it was on tracks through the forests, with pine trees giving us shelter from the sun.  The air was cooler than yesterday, and a fresh, light breeze helped to keep us cool.

We had some lovely ham and cheese sandwiches (we had s second each) in a café just beyond Rubäies, where a very friendly dog kept us amused until we had meat to reward him for his keen attention.

A few miles farther on, as I walked down a hill into a village, I seemed to disturb something in the grass verge next to roadside wall.  It was a long snake, about 2 ft long, with a forth of about 2 inches.  It moved very quickly up along the wall, coiling and uncoiling to move itself.
Owen had just passed by, so Ricky and I got the fright.  We looked it up on the web and it seems to be harmless, but we didn’t know that at the time.

We eventually made Valença around 3 pm.  We had considered going another couple of miles on, to Tui across the river, in Spain, but we stopped at a café, had a cold drink, and decided we’d done enough in 23 miles and headed off for the local albergue.

After a lie down, a shower and doing the laundry, we headed out for food.  Owen brought us to Café Antoniu, next to the fire station which is right beside the albergue. 

The alarm bells should have ring when he said he had no menu, but even louder when he asked us our choices from his verbal description, chicken, pork, sardines, and told us to come back in 30/40 minutes because he had to cook what we’d chosen.

As it happened, I’d left a top behind in Ponte da Lima, so we went looking for a replacement.  We were unsuccessful and arrived back in Antoniu’s 40 minutes after we’d left. There were 2 couples and a man on his own on the café.

We’d spotted on our way back in that he had a barbecue going on his balcony, where he seemed to be cooking the food.  Our food wasn’t ready.   We got done salad, eventually while we waited, and then some bread rolls, which had just been unfrozen.

We eventually got our chicken (me), pork chop (Ricky) and sardines (Owen).  The chicken was lovely, but a just a leg,  the park chop was OK and Owen didn’t like all the bones in the sardines, so didn’t eat them.
The single man at the next table list patience and got up to leave, but was accosted by Antoniu on his way out, who produced the food he was waiting for.

Antoniu could see that Ricky was rather unhappy and offered him soup after he’d just finished his main course.  Naturally, he refused. Ricky is a chef and watched the performance in utter disbelief.
We asked about dessert and were shown a basket of neglected fruit, or we could have fruit salad.  Owen and I had the fruit salad, and yes, it was out of a tin.
Anybody staying in the Albergue Teotonio in Valença should avoid Café Antoniu.  It’s beside the Fire station, next to the albergue.

It’s off to bed now, 5:30 start in the morning.  21 Miles to do and an hour lost once we cross the bridge into Spain.

Walking in sunshine

Day 3:  Barcelos to Ponta de Lima. 21 Miles

Walking in sunshine in Portugal in June, is not for the faint hearted.

We got out at 6:30 this morning on the cool.  It didn’t last long.  By 10, it was decidedly hot.  We passed one cafe without stopping, not to waste any time during the cool period.

When we got to the restaurant we had planned to have breakfast in, we found it closed.  We finally found a restaurant a little off our route at 10 o’c, having been walking since 6:30.  We were wallfalling with the hunger.

The restaurant was called Diamond and it was newly opened. New had lovely ham and cheese bagettes, toasted, and a nice basteis de nata to finish with our coffees.  The owner was lovely, and while we were there, another peregrino became the first to have his peregrino passport stamped there.

Our next stop was near Anta at 2:30, about 5 miles from Ponta De Lima.  We drank gallons of water in the heat. Luckily, we met several springs  and taps sling the way to replenish our water bottles.

The last 5 Miles into Punta da Lima were on cobbled roads between stone walls.  The heat was radiating from them, and the sun was shining unrelentingly on our backs, as we walked directly northwards.

The modern bridge at Ponta da Lima

Art work with the mediaeval bridge in the background
We ran out of sunblock just before we got in to Punta da Lima,  so new supplies were bought once we had booked our beds for the night in the albergue.  The albergue cost €5 each.

We rested up, showered and went to the restaurant next door to have the peregrino menu at €6 each.

We were in bed by 9 because we intend to hit the road tomorrow to Valenća, 21 miles away, by 5:30, to try to avoid the worst of the heat.

Mosquito Squadron

Day 2: Vilarinho to Barcelos 17 Miles


I saw this and thought of Constable’s Haywain.

We were up at 6 this morning and on the road just after 6:30. The light of the night before had cleared and with blue skies, it looked like we might have a hot day ahead of us. A cool breeze blew in the dawn.

By 11 the day had gotten quite hot. We took a long stop at 12 in Antonio’s in Pedro Ferada. Antonio’s picture is featured in the Brierly guidebook we’re using.

The peregrino menu is €5 and for that we had cabbage soup, small pieces of cod in batter, with rice and kidney beans and coffee.

We dragged ourselves through the heat, to arrive in Barcelos around 4. My phone died and took hours to revive, so I didn’t get to do my blog.

I’ve been eaten by mosquitos for the last two days – I have lumps all over my left arm, but only one on the right one. I had to buy an antihistamine gel to try and clear them up.


We met Ronaldo in Barcelos, too.  He was a bit wooden.

We were on bed and asleep by 9 o’c in readiness for a 6 o’c alarm to tackle the 21 miles to Ponta de Lima on the morrow.

Everybody is in good spirits, and looking forward to it

First Day’s journey

Day one: Porto to Vilarinho 16 Miles

Last night when I went to bed, the leg fell off the bed under me. As it was after 12 o’c I just went up to Ricky’s room and slept the bed that spare in his room.

As we couldn’t get our pilgrim passports stamped in the cathedral until after 9, we had a lie in until 8. Had a nice self served breakfast in the hostel and headed down to the Cathedral for 9 o’c.

Armed with maps, pages of directions and yellow arrows painted on walls and posts through Porto we headed off on our Camino.

With all the aids we had, we still took a couple of wrong turns, looped around and doubled back. Eventually we found our way out of the centre of Porto.

The day was beautiful, sunny blue skies and a nice cooling breeze. It takes quite a while to walk through the Porto suburbs.  As it happens, we walked back out past the airport where landed yesterday. 

We stopped at a lovely cafe in Arujo for elevenses. Myself and Ricky had pastes de nata – a kind of custard tart and Owen had a ham and cheese toastie. He also had his first cup of coffee ever, though it was decaffienated. He quite enjoyed it.

As the day went on it got hotter. We stopped for cold drinks at Ponte Moreira and again at Gião. We met a Polish woman in the café who told us she had walked from Fatima.  She polished off 2 large bowls of soup while we were there. 

We arrrived at Vilarinho just before 4 pm. We went looking for the association hostel. We first found Albergue Casa Laura, but the lads didn’t like the look of it, so we continued our search for the association albergue 

We eventually found it, but it was closed. A neighbour told us that if opened at 5 and a key was held at the local pharmacy. Ricky went to the pharmacy to be told that there was no key and the albergue was permanently closed.

So it was back to Casa Laura for us, as the only albergue in the village. We saw 2 Peregrinos turn into the lane ahead of us just as we arrived there. 

Laura, if it was her, had only 2 beds left. However she offered us a ‘habitacion’, which we accepted, not knowing what it was, exactly.

She led us back to the main road and brought us to a bungalow. She took the key from under a flower pot and let us into the house. It has 3 bedrooms and it’s ours for the night at €15 a head, €45 in total.

We went back up the village later, for our tea, and ate in the only restaurant in the village. It was busy with local men drinking. We had burger, chips and egg, a couple of beers (Owen had Fanta) and a Cornetto each for €27 in total.

It was raining lightly when we went out and the three of us got quite cold, sitting near the open doors of the restaurant.

Tired but happy we re-adjourned for night to our little bungalow to play cards for a while before early bed.

We intend to be on the road tomorrow by 6:30, to avoid the heat of the day. We have 17 miles to do, to reach Barcelos, and we hope to be in by 1 pm at the latest.

We have no wifi in the bungalow, so no pictures tonight.

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