Triacastella to Ferreiros 33 km
Something odd has happened to the Fellowship of the Ring as I like to call our group of disparate travellers
I don’t know if it’s the growing belief that we are going to make it to Santiago.
Or the fact that today we passed a marker which told us there is less than 100 km to go
But we were in schoolboy/girl end-of-term mode today
Jokes. And lots of singing
In fact for general silliness we rivalled a group of teenage Spanish girls often heard singing Spice Girls songs and whom we wittily named “The Spice Girls”
At one point Sinead raced to the top of the hill. Hid behind a wall and jumped out at us .. making me choke on my camel back tube
How childish. But funny.
Stop press. Just been taking to a posh English woman who tells me that parts of Lord of the Rings were inspired by Tolkien’s visit to this part of Spain.
Therefore my Fellowship of the Ring reference is justified
Mind you, she also told me she talks to her troublesome knee to keep going
Tonight we stay in the most flyblown (literally) village we have been in yet
It is muck spreading season. And boy can you tell
Danish Aaron and the Americans have being playing a guess the next vehicle Game
Dan said tractor and won
Then Kurt said tractor. And won
Then Aaron guessed tractor pulling trailer of crap. Just for variety. And won
The aulberge here is small cramped and the single beds are jammed together. Tonight I’ll be effectively sleeping with a stranger.
Should be fun