A rebel without a clue.

9:55am A Coruña €13.30, 12:30pm Ferrol €7.20 and most of my emerging mental problems are resolved as we disappeared to the North; two legs. Ferrol is a modern sea port with very little to dream about. Once I found the Spanish square and a helpful man I was set on a journey to discover a place to rest down for the night, clean my dirties and relax ahead of the next five days; I expect to arrive on Friday properly mentally accordant and receive my compostele. The fiesta concludes tonight and tomorrow is a bank holiday in Spain. This long weekend of revisions and decisions over the longest days of 2013 I have arrived in Neda and may be ready for what will be my final week of pilgrimage in Spain; I plan to get back the cheapest option after a strenous week free of crowds. There are currently 8 in an auberge 28; if the numbers stay the same yippee we start Monday perfectly. But a confused old man!?! Always a confused old man! I leave him looking for his credentials ... They ...

The distant noises of the summer solstice celebration came back over the hill and woke me from my deeply comfortable sleep. Something good sang me to sleep at just gone ten and so I missed another youthful celebration: I would've danced the fandango in my lean and handsome years with the same enthusiasm and freedom that conquering the Aubrac meant to me now. Age is conquering me. This is not the end, but it is perhaps the beginning of the end? Camino Inglés today. Five days from Monday to Santiago de Compostella to earn my Compostele. Some other way is calling me.