There are as many ways of walking the camino as there are pilgrims, but these days they fall into roughly three categories: The self-guided package, the guided group, and going it alone. The pilgrims of old had to make their own way towards Santiago de Compostela, walking from home, following local advice and directions as … More 3 ways: Going it alone
I had two things to do in Burgos this time: Visit the Museo de Evolucion Humana, to see the finds from the archaeology digs in nearby Atapuerca, which we walked past the day before, and go inside the cathedral to sightsee again. I met up with my new best buddy, the Swiss lady, who also … More A fond farewell to Burgos
Have you ever wondered if creaky joints really can be affected by the weather? Well, when I woke up the morning after the cold, windy, wet, miserable weather, my joints were complaining loudly. And that after a relatively short walk the day before, and a very comfortable and supportive mattress in the albergue. But there … More Last walking day to Burgos
It was a miserable day. Seems I got my grump on a day early – what I wouldn’t give to have that last morning back! It was a full pilgrim hat-trick: wet, windy and cold. And grey. And just miserable. But the way won’t walk itself, and everybody else is having the same miserable weather, … More Cold, wet stop-start to Agés
I’d agreed to meet some pilgrims for breakfast in the same place to continue the conversation in the morning, but when I got there, it was closed! I went to the nearest place instead and there they were – and there were also pintxos to be had, so that’s what I had for breakfast. Turns … More Found and lost in Belorado
I suppose I should have known this day was going to be different. First sign was when I was passed on the looong flaaat boooring path by – wait for it – a man on a segway! Yes – a segway! No handle, just a wheel with a platform for your feet on each side. … More Change of plan in Santo Domingo
Ah, waking up in an albergue with lots of people all trying to get ready at the same time – it is something else. And this time I knew none of them … and instead of barging in I took my time – I was in no hurry. By the time I was good to … More Good times in Azofra
I have walked on my own before, but I have never walked in a group and then left them behind before. It was odd to stand there with my shoes and pack, poles in hand and caffeine deprived, and say goodbye to my new gang who were going home later that day. But leave I … More Going solo to Ventosa
After a rather lovely breakfast of eggs and bacon at the Formiga, I hit the road at a leisurely pace. It was another perfect Goldilocks kind of walking day – not too hot, not too cold, not to sunny, not too windy, in fact just right. When I got to Palas de Rei, I sat … More CF Sola 19, Day 10: Portos-Melide
When I woke up, the dorm was practically empty again. I had a chat to Helen in the bed next to me, a lovely bubbly lady who started in Sarria and was already loving it. We ended up having a coffee together before starting out, and kept each other company through the day. It was … More CF Sola 19, Day 9: Portomarin-Portos
Somewhere Slowly 