Lugo to Castrello

Should I consider it a sign of divine favour or life's comedic timing.

In Lugo there is a large Roman fortification around the traditional town. You can surmount this mini great wall of Lugo and it affords spectacular views of the city on one side, of broken down dilapidated period buildings on the other.

According to one Stalin did nothing wrong. I won't comment on the idiocy of that statement.

Turning around to go back down the wall, through the gate and back onto the Camino, I ran into a wave of Italian tourist. Imagine me, rough shod and poorly dressed with my walking staff in my hand and the pack on my back being greeted to.a flood of cameras, the murmuring of 'Pellegrino!' and applause.

I'm not kidding, people actually applauded, and then asked to pose with me for photos.

Afterwards I started towards Castrello, the countryside here is beautiful, it was much warmer than the day before, though the roads and paths were nothing in terms of difficulty compared to Asturia, just long.

Sections of note, some really great wooded paths, one which had a tree full of bees either preparing to swarm of having done so settled.

I found the extra energy with my feet to move a little faster through that section.

There was also a bar halfway which had the Spanish dub of the gambler on the TV, and queer taxidermy.

I had lunch chorizo and bread, before clearing off.

The rest of the walk was land marked with churches, washing fountains, and a site where Caesar Augustus once stood.

I got into Castrello at 5.30pm registered with the patron who was very defferal in his dinner times, dropped my stuff off and had a beer.

I'd made good time, but as my first big walk since being waylaid in Borres, it was hard getting back into the swing of it.

Castrelo was nice, very summer camp with its hammocks out front, the restaurant slash living room located downstairs was cozy and rustic, with some really great murals.

The albergue aspect was cramped to capacity in the small spaces upstairs, and I swear the bunk beds were juvenile beds.

They had safety rails, so I wasn't to disturbed with top bunk, however if I lay flat head to toe, I didn't fit the length of the bed.

Other pilgrims were a fun mixture, some Germans, two Australians who I dined with.

Dinner was funny, the patrons most stressful part of the day, as the kitchen must have been located upstairs, and it was just him on the staff, so he was darting around all over the place.

Fun though, dinner was interesting conversation over two bottles of wine, then bed.

Thanks to my patrons Brendan Mills, Renee Rushbrook, and Carlos Ara.