Oh, Camino. The only place in the civilised world where it is okay to discuss feet around a dinner table. Blister treatment, kinds of blisters… this is how strangers quickly become family here.
After partying until after midnight yesterday, we’re leaving Burgos on a bit of an autopilot and the first 10km are kind of hard, despite cool early hour (5:30). But we did meet someone who has a cat named Yuri, and it’s worth the trouble, I guess:
Then, after a while, around 15-20km in, the realisation came: we are in the much feared mesetas – the highland flats of the northern Spain. This will continue for several days. Plains with very little tall vegetation (no shade), a lot of wind sometimes, and no water.
We got to Hontanas (a little oasis kind of town in between some hills) by 12:30, and the last hour or so was hard. Starting early tomorrow is an absolute must, if we want to cover some distance and not get baked in our skins.
Municipal albergue here is closed all of a sudden. The old gentleman in front of it is so eager to explain this that we first think that maybe the guy isn’t completely honest with us and is helping somebody else in the village score customers, but no, looks like it’s actually closed.
The albergue we’re in, at least our room is unfortunately dominated by the dirty couple‘s stench. This is so far the worst. I’m sure they are great kids and all that, but I will never know. Next time I see them, I’ll walk extra 5km to be somewhere else.
Let’s try to sleep, then, shall we?
