Day 7 – Ground hog day ? Or not?

Gotta say it’s starting to feel a bit like ground hog day in the morning! Except today we bid farewell to Hans and the Blue Mountaineer so it was nice to speak “strayan” for a minute or two! There was a lovely Taiwanese girl also who impressed me with her morning ritual. We had not…

Day 6 Biscuit Perfection!

Well the few Italians here were – you know – not exactly early to bed but certainly early to rise! I don’t understand actually. When my beloved and i left early to beat the heat last year we barely spoke if we were in a dormitory and were paranoid of waking others. The Italians thus…

Day 5 – Sheet rolling perfection!

First let me apologise for the poor grammar and spelling errors. This Blog is stream of consciousness typed on a fold up keyboard with an iPhone. Editing is not a priority but will come with time! Meanwhile take heed that I too am disturbed by the numerous truncations, incorrect autocorrects and missing words! Eventually all…

Day 4 The case of the missing bragas!

Last night, after retrieving their washing from outside, we chased the Italians who had returned late from a bar crawl to bed at 10. There were still 2 older Italian couples , who had arrived late, still out eating as they were desperate for food. Out of the kindness of my heart I had agreed…

Day 3 Onward to Najera

This morning I swear I heard something I thought may have resembled gregorian chanting a little after 6am. I’m no talent scout, and I don’t want to sound too judgemental, but it sounded like a someone had forgotten to change the batteries in the record player! It wasn’t long until the team of hospitaleros came…

Day 2 Bienvenido a EspaƱa

So I slept reasonably well again last night with my fleecy liner instead of my sleeping bag. They do provide a light blanket at Orisson so I definitely used it. I must also say it did get a little nippy during the night so, even though I’d requested the window to stay open, I closed…

Ultreia Ultreia – Onwards and Upwards!

“I absolutely have no idea what day it is. At least I have no idea how long I’ve been travelling. How long I’ve been in transit. How long since I’ve seen my beautiful backpack and my shock absorbing, folding, micro variable leki hiking poles!” That’s how the day started yesterday. My flight out of Dublin…

Lighters lighters – two for a pound!

Yep that’s how I remembered Dublin from my youth. “Loiters loiters two por a pound!” Peddlers shouting their wares and teaching me a whole new way of speaking. But not this time! Nope this time no peddling in Dublin’s fine city, only high end fashion and expensive second hand shops. But I had my own…

Welcome to Ireland

So my next flight saw me crossing the great European continent to my final leg of the long haul before transiting to the Camino. As the plane drew closer to Ireland, I realised that I was filled with eager anticipation. Was it because my trip years ago was cut short when Dad had a massive…

Going solo and lightening my load !

Yep you read it right! I’m on my own, I’m off! I’m taking it to the next level! Finally managed to shake free of my beloved who will sit gripping his chair by the fire at home, reading my blog with eager anticipation and quite possibly sipping beer, as I conquer mountains and forge through…