The End of the Way. Pt1.
The final day of walking. Amazed at myself for being brilliantly resilient since all that was thrown my way since 21st May in Leeds, UK; bit vain too! Of all the guys who left the final cafe this morning only the two Germans and I made it to this 3* Hotel(my only extravagant expense since leaving France); over a dinner of fresh tortilla and salad, tarte compostella and a bottle of Alberino we discussed which wine, movies, books we'd take to a desert island. I assumed they meant a book they'd not read before as you'd need something very long, interesting and unknown to you previously? Late rise for me was just prior to seven. I am packed and will bathe again; I noted this morning the mozzies gave me one stinging in Bruma. Much welts! Time for breakfast has come and gone and I'm on the final stage. Leaving hotel saint vincent lighter mentally and financially. The town that disliked people: Siguerio. Sure it won't let you down? Checking down the way markers we brea...