Breakfast at 7, off at 8. Overcast and dark. I’m tired, didn’t sleep very well. My throat and ears are hurting. People snored last night. Followed the coast. Would have been nice if the weather had been nice. And it smelled bad, the farmers spread fertelisers on the fields. Short… Continue reading
I slept badly, sweated a lot. Still, I slept until 7:30 and felt that now my cold might end. Ate breakfast on the way out of Santander. Saw John. No pleasant surroundings. I didn’t take any pictures. I had to take the train a few hundred meters over a river…. Continue reading
I slept badly, I’m sick. Ate a croissant and drank an espresso and left. It is dark and rainy. When I came to Santillana I bought cough medicine and took a bus to Gijón where I checked into a hotel to wait for my bus to Bilbao and my flight… Continue reading
I came back yesterday to Santillana. Same bad weather. It started to rain heavily when Linda and I arrived at our B&B. Then came a terrible thunderstorm. We ate a paëlla and drank cider in the evening. Today we started walking at 8:30 am. Easy stage. No major ascents. We… Continue reading
We got bread for breakfast! Great! We started at 8:30 am and took it easy as it is a short stage. At first we followed a major road but eventually turned off towards the coast. Nice views. We were already there at 12. We left our backpacks at the hotel… Continue reading
Today we saw Los Picos! No clouds over the mountains for a couple of hours in the morning, then the mountains disappeared again. A quite boring stage, asphalt pretty much the whole way and we had to follow roads. Even our hostel is by the road. Our room was above… Continue reading
We started on an empty stomach. We saw Los Picos briefly. It soon got warm. We had breakfast in the next village and then the path followed the sea. Nice to avoid the asphalt. We passed a place where the sea is pressed into hollows in the rock and is… Continue reading
No entry in my diary.
No entry in my diary. I remember that I liked RIbadesella. But we ate lunch at a posh fish restaurant C. Manuel Caso de la Villa, where both the staff and the customers where unfriendly. There was football on TV, but it was much more fun to look at the… Continue reading
No entry in my diary. I don’t remember much of the stage. The hostel at the end of the village was ok. It was raining heavily when we went back to the village to have dinner. We ate sardines. After we went to a café, drank a patcharan and looked… Continue reading