Having spent the night with a visiting life form secreted under the pillow and popping out for a snack on my neck from time to time, the head was rather fuzzy for the first part of the day,which anyway was slowed by a rocky path to Molinaseca, where the first coffee was declined and only came 12 km and three hours from the start, at Ponferrada ... from which fine city a scenic route is possible by following arrows ... as before, the arrows are forsaken for the long straight route out and a second coffee where the signed route rejoined ... and three colonial pilgrims, Thomas and Jade from Australia and Heather from Canada, who kindly allowed the photo, though the rather serious Heather found the colonial reference offensive ... meanwhile on FB a news reference to two Spanish workers in England being attacked reminds me of Harry Enfield's comic character, Hermann the German, a young tourist in England who starts each encounter by apologising for the war ... sometimes English history leaves that feeling here, not to mention more recent events ...
On through the Bierzo vineyards, legs revived along with the head, now keeping options open for the over-optimistic Ruitelan ... possible, but tough ... an interesting enough albergue on the way in, with a cycling pilgrim from the Isle of Wight outside ... needing the speed, since her 8 year old son is taking care of her husband ... and after lunch with Philip, the young German pilgrim who has answered his question and decided to follow his heart and a career in film making, he walks on to the next village, I wander through town, thinking about a more comfortable night before tomorrow's climb to Galicia. .. Robert appears and we agree on a shared room in a hotel .. his story an interesting one: his daughter Aurielle desperate for a child after all the medical intervention failed; he pledged to walk the Camino if she conceived ... last year he walked the Way, this year it's just for the joy of it ... and since he is retired, thanks to a successful business career and generous French government, he has the time ... he walked from Limoges, knows Chamberet, lives thereabouts ... and loves it ...
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