A rebel without a clue.

Sunday twenty-third. To the Camino Inglés (English Way) today. Five days to travel starting Monday to reach by Santiago de Compostela by Friday and earn my Compostele. Some other way is calling me so I won't fail again! Departing Fisterra at 9:55 am to A Coruña for €13.30, pick up another bus to reach Ferrol at 12:30 pm for €7.20 and most of my emerging mental problems along the Camino Frances are resolving as we disappear to the north of Galicia; Just two legs today. Bus dropped me at the main station in Ferrol and there is no indication there is an  albergues  in the guide I refer to. As Ferrol is a modern naval sea port, with very little to dream about and not much pleasing to the eyes, I will aim for Neda today as the town is practical not beautiful. Once I found myself in the Spain Square I asked a helpful man the direction the Camino takes to reach Neda and so I was set on the path to discover a place to rest down for the night, clean my dirties and relax ahea...

Chemin Saint Jacques Leeds Bradford International Setting off on this bright Tuesday morning I have no concussion, broken bones, fractured ribs or dislocated jaw with which to start this adventure (Unlike a previous journey in September 2010) and it is great to wish all 'bon voyage' free of those really very painful memories and memorable injuries - saying this I almost forgot the cruel bruise, attached to my left middle toe, I received by kicking our fire place yesterday! So the twenty-first has arrived finally; nice. Nick dropped me at Leeds Bradford International; cheers - have a great summer friend! Snoopy, our loyal Weimaraner, joined me at around five thirty am, but I was already fully awake for a longed for yet tiring day, that will develop before my feet, until I reach my first sleeping destination around midnight Central European Time. Last night I spent a little time packing most of my equipment bringing a combined weight to just over twelve kilogrammes on...