Isnochys

19. Juli
26 km
12h
2 beer+

Happy Pills!
This day will be remembered as Protein and Drugs Day:))
And me being model again..
on the way to Arzua, one woman asked me, if she can take a foto of my tatoo.
And minutes later, H asked me the same thing..but only becaouse of this huge stone with my cross on top;)
So, I had to plan revenge ..mmuuhhahaha..
Which followed soon..
In Melide .. capital of pulpo.
Octopus, Tintenfisch..
So, our group, 10 people went into a pulpoteria, a restaurant, where this thing is served, and ordered it. tons.
And the camino is the right time to sin.
So did H.
Being a vegetarian, she isn’t used to that amount of proteins, she told us..but she had to eat a lot of pulpo..and drink whine with it. And finished so fast..because she was „full“..yeah, right H!;)
I tasted it last time..and it still isn’t on my list of things I like..I hate the taste, but love the look;)

with enough food and drinks in our stomach, we continued the journey. But I made a little stop at a pharmacia with O.
He told the woman, he needed something against the mosquito bites on his arm.
The woman answered, I couldn’t understand much:
„blabla..no mosquito..blabla..camino..blabla“
fleabites :))
The curse of the pilgrim:)
Against my pin in the leg, she gave me an huge pack of Iboprofen 600mg(2€), kinda illegal in germany;)
And O some tiny thing against the bites(6€)
:))
After a lot of alcohol, I started taking my „Happy Pills“
3 times a day
One of the two spanish girls asked, how often I take one..I answered, that I couldn’t understand the lady in the Pharmacia, just something about three..and since then, I took one pill every three minutes:))
She was shoked..A told here, that I did just bite into the pack, without even opening it..
yeah!
I walked really fast that day..but in Arzua, I was tired..so couldn’t party long here…

Some Impressions:
Pulpo Time, Cross, Break, Melidefun, Pulpo

18. Juli
20.3 km
12h
2 beer+

Today we nearly lost H.
She wanted to move one, because her plain leaves Santiago on the 22.
After only one week our group grew together as one family.
This is amazing.
I would never have expected such a thing happening to me on the Camino.
Yes there is love, especially between Burgos and Leon.
Than there is companionship and good friends.
But a family?
Now I realize, that all the time I’ve spent on the camino, I was together with..my family.
This reminds me of 6.6.2004, when Chirac told Schröder, that he will not welcome him as a freind…but as his brother..
So, there is this pain, having lost H.
It’s very unrealistic, that we meet again, she lives in canada and we in europe..
But then she told us, that she will stay and finish the camino with us.
Hooray!

Today, when I waited in a bar, pain from my legs showed up in my face.
A group of distinguished women entered and one lady, seeing me, asked me, if I had any problems, whether she could give me some money, if I need some.
Holy cow!
This is so breathtaking!
I have seen this group for some days, but we never talked..and here, they see me, looking with my sad face, they wanted to help me..
If there is any hope in humankind .. it’s on the camino!

Or, to quote myself from Villafranca:
„La vida esta bien!“

Some Impressions:
Entertainment, Massages

17. Juli
26.4 km
12h
2 beer+

Under 100km left!
This day was one of my hardest.
The last 8 km were nearly unbearable.
My legs did hurt so much, walking was next to impossible.
But thanks to H and M, I continued the camino.
First time with a walking stick, a bit to short..would be funny, if I get back pain from it:))

The alberge is awesome again, with a bar and everything.
Tonight we had a little part.
Here I met a german guy, who asked me, looking at our colourfull crowd, if we could understand each other..and how..with all those different languages and everyone talking at the same time..
No, we cannot..we just have fun:))
Tomorrow maybe, I just go on without my backpack..In. gave a good feet massage, but I doubt, this would be sufficient
Yes, I’m feeling bad about this..but it’s the only choice I have with my kinda broken legs..
(My log entry for that day is only a few lines long, written in utter pain…)

Some Impressions:
101km, Teddy + Ente 100km, The Original, Breakfast, Portomarin, Party, More Party, 100km, Up and Up

16. Juli
22.6 km
8h
3 beer+++

No, Rain!!
There is one lesson I learned today:
My poncho is to heavy.
Ponchos tend to build their own weather underneath.
My tshirt gets wet..and cold.
I have to improve this next time.
When I entered Sarria, I remembered that city..
Damn, there are huge steps waiting for me.
Looking back and writing this down, it seems so easy, but on the way, I died again and again.
But the alberge again was really nice and ..yes..awesome.
Quite a good view we had here.
You could see and here pilgrims walking by on the road.
🙂

Here in the alberge, O paid for his clothes to be cleaned. All of his clothes and some of mine.
this was a huge pile of stuff. And not dry next morning:))
After dinner, we had one f the best cheese cakes ever!
M told H and me her cunning plan, which men when to get
Whine is such a effective talking medicine…:))
And O painted me on the cover of some pilgrims magazine.
Even I was fooled in the beginning.
Later on, the girls danced for us.
Hooray
\o/

Some Impressions:
Camino, Sarria, more Sarria, View, more View, Dancing, H, Pilgrims Magazine, more Dancing

15. Juli
26.2 km
9h
5 beer+++

I Have Seen Everything Now…
A, M and O stayed in a garage/shelter last night..in La Laguna. They really look tired!
🙂
SO, let’s move on to Galicia!
(Pictures)
Ines(I) joined us from this day on..later I heared a funny story about her.
When they walked through Ponferrade, they lost her in that city..later that day, O phoned her, where she is(16h in the evening):
„I am still in Ponferrada [30km away] .. I had an appointment for a epilation“
What? On the camino?
No way!
:))

Last time, I had to take those pictures all alone..but not this time!
:))
Up to Galicia
Alto San Roque
Alto do Poio
And here we meet this „International Christ Youth Group“ walking this way, for better international relation- and prayship or shit.
Sure, the walk in groups..every nation seperated..it’s easier for them to talk that way..could have told you this before..:))
#massive fail

So, after 9h, we reached the alberge in Triacastela.
I couldn’t imagine, how I did 10 km more, last time..I was in really good shape at that point..not like today..always last.
But not in the alberges;)
Here, I had one final moment.
An older lady, pilgrim, walked in..with an harp in her luggage.
Yes, harp.
Harp.
As in music instrument, to be played at weddings.
That’s it..I’m done!
Now I can die a good man, having seen absolutely everything.
But that’s not all. A young couple from Houston, Texas, needed for their wedding an Harp.
And this old lady is from .. drumroll.. Houston, Texas.
Awesome!

Some Impressions:
Teddy + Ente in Galicia, Galicia, Way after O Cebreiro, more Camino, more Galicia, Galicia, O Cebreiro, Alto do San Roque, Pilgrims, Love on the Camino, H and G, Up to Galicia, Again Galicia