Coffee and croissant and then off at 7:30. After half an hour my clothes were all muddy. And what ascents. A tough stage, cold as well.
At one point where the road had been washed away I waited for an elderly couple, I was worried they would fall.
Got a place at the hostel. I went downtown and had a glass of wine and then I had a shower and washed my clothes, even my pants.
Nice evening with people from Spain, Slovenia, Argentina, New Zealand, Germany. Ok dinner, especially the salad. Afterwards, Santi offered me a patcharan. Then there was more. Everyone was happy. And tired.
The same gray weather. But enjoyable.
The same gray weather. But enjoyable.
Light and shadow.
Light and shadow.
Lots of mud. Not easy when you have sandals.
Lots of mud. Not easy when you have sandals.
Sometimes you see the sea.
Sometimes you see the sea.
Misty.
Misty.
Somebody missunderstod something here.