The End of the Way. Pt2.

Waiting for the closure of today back in Cervantes where the folk music still flows and is a gracious improvement on vagabond pipes and harp played 24/7. A tray of scallops to earnestly become a paid in full member of the Saint James club and Ribero del Duoro barrique aged; dense but insignicant. Seems white barrica is not common/possible: fancied a chardonnay fat buttery but there is no fat barrique white to be had von Cervantes Bar.

For some odd off reason just must fly/drive anywhere Saturday or Sunday. Nothing calm can come from Santiago. Perhaps a trip to the open mercado early on the morrow; buy fruit. Just said bonjour/salut to Wilfred and Linda; nothing to say: the end has come. Why should this normal place freak me so much. There isn't nothing anything something different from York, etc tourist city. Check out an internet cafe to book a flight to northern England?

To be sure found O Paris Bar again not easiest bohemian place to locate in the street of thousands of faceless touristy monstrosity; where evil is displayed in tanks for your pleasures? I asked for Sketches of Spain and, but for a slow wifi connection, I would've been in Spanish themed Miles Davis climax heaven again. I return to the Pension above the bar and the old woman appears to be shouting.

Went through the hubbub back to O Paris for the music, but I sat in a smoking chair and suddenly I need to sleep. Back through town at 12:25 and the harpy and another guitarist are still plucking the same chords. Got home via another happy German and think the campsite might be a better solution if I need to stay while a flight departs with my body in deep.

My room for this night has no windows. Not sure I can dig a cell for long and the old lady is reminding me of my mother too much... Nag Nag Nag.

After much confusion about how I could fail to realise where my abode was in relation to the Peregrino Office; so much closer than my blindly stumbling feet had told me twice while passively stopping in Santiago; as said before I didn't feel it, with beneficial advice I will take a train to San Sebastian and on up the west coast of France home for a wash and a reduction in physical weight; cheers Ade!