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 at a football match. Colunga is a nice place.
You can see how hard it is to walk to Santiago. To Colunga. Camino del Norte. Spain.
You can see how hard it is to walk to Santiago.
Rest in the ditch. To Colunga. Camino del Norte. Spain.
Rest in the ditch.
The sea in the distance. To Colunga. Camino del Norte. Spain.
The sea in the distance.
And near. To Colunga. Camino del Norte. Spain.
And near.
Waiting for the storm. Colunga. Camino del Norte. Spain.