A rebel without a clue.

Sublime walking experience clear blue crisp, grass to walk upon, passing Laguna after Pétrola! The main way misses out Chinchilla, but why? For three days it's been me and wind! Why miss out lunch on a mountain top. My arse must shrink and expand easily: suddenly I've a case of chaffing like no other ...but it was 36 Kms straight ahead! Oh nice it was forty-two kilometres. That's it, you won La Mancha! Apparently it gets colder and windy-er ... Can't wait. Showered and to bed. Definitely need a soothing cream for my nether regions!

Not such a perfect Albergue last night. Next to the church the bells rang every quarter of an hour and twice on the hour. I had many 10 minute intervals of sleep. Luckily from 1700 until 2230 I was so exhausted I didn't really register at all the blasted things. Today is either 22 or 35 kilometres ... Chinchilla or Albecate. But I really feel flawed. La Mancha is breezy and cold. Cool to be on the plateau I've read much about, but now I understand how inhospitable a place it really is! Walking in July and August must be a different kind of personal murder. The purpose of Camino de Santiago is penance for sins and half of the penance is the self flagellation of carrying so much stuff through such a desolate environment: it often reduces me to tears ... So far not this time, but it's only my third day in amongst nothing but my bare self! Time to eat Tostada con Tomate and contemplate another long road ahead? Yet this is the trap. It's only a step at a time, not a race and...