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. No one took payment. I met a nice Frenchman and went with him all the way to Requejada. We ate a sandwich at 12.
Couldn’t bear to go further than Requejada. The albergue has really low standard. No one seems to keep clean here. It is difficult to open doors. I tried to clean the shower but couldn’t, I needed heavyer tools. A German cyclist continued on when he saw what it looked like.
There is nothing to do in this village. Really boring place.
Arriving at Requejada.
Arriving at Requejada.