Pilgrimage Pt.26.

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Awake upon the merry dawn chorus earlier and before you sleep too much. Looking up the stars still shine as I shoulder my pack and begin this 29 kilometres. 5:45. Walk before the dawn arrived in the last stop for nine kilometres. Breakfast stop. Wait for the local bar to open for bocodillo and cafe. I set off with a Spanish lady, French couple and Danish priest. Maybe he's going too fast. I said see you soon. My legs need solace at 700 metres. Between Monjardin and Los Arcos it is an unbroken 9 kilometres. Petit dejourner now until 8:30.

I feel insane! Finally reached Los Archos... That road went on forever. Stopped. Thought of stopping for a while, but the sun wasn't out... Don't chance your luck! So I pick up two huge oranges and a Danone yogurt drink.

From 5.7kms you can see two villages and I sure hope the closer is our bed for today? As it gets closer I feel that the bastards have led me here just to inform me my stop is another few leagues off.

Facking buggered! 1400 at Torres del Rio so too far after yesterday. Not as hot but this is the best tin of garbanzos and cerveza I've ever had! As far as I'm concerned you can take your stinking Camino and stick it ... Until mañana! The cloud has moved in from the north and west since I got Casa Mariela. Come on! RAIN!

Location: Torres del Río, Torres del Río

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