This morning we got up at six and I wrestled with a sleeping bag which seemed determined that it did not want to be packed away.
We set off in the dark using our torches to navigate and even though we were in a heavily wooded area managed to find our way alright.
Both bars we passed early on were shut - I've heard good things about Bar Julia and want to stop there before the longest climb on the Ingles both times but have been unable to do so.
The hill was a lot longer than I had remembered - it starts on the road, goes almost flat through a very small village, follows more road upwards and then onto a dirt track. and it just keeps going up and up!
I had remembered from before that the picnic area is directly after this hill but is actually about five minutes' walk further on but it is a very welcome place to stop and regroup after the climb.
The next bar mentioned in our guidebooks didn't seem to exist anywhere ao we carried on arriving at the albergue about 12:30 and sitting in the shade until it opened at one.
After getting ourselves sorted we went to the new bar a sign on whose door seems to suggest its season runs until October but I could have mis-understood this.
Dinner was some mushroom cup-a-soup we'd brought from home and pasta (with the soup made in the same water we'd cooked the pasta in both to save draining the pasta and to thicken the soup up a bit).
Me and Becky wandered through the village but with the exception of two skittish cats there was nothing to see.
A small 'supermarket' van came at 6:30 so we bought some drinks and then cooked tea - pasta with tomato passata and tuna.
The American ladies we had met back in Ferrol began to arrive at the albergue and five of them had arrived by 8 and were calling their hotel to come and pick them all - they all looked very hot and tired after walking the distance we had covered in two days in one.
We set off in the dark using our torches to navigate and even though we were in a heavily wooded area managed to find our way alright.
Both bars we passed early on were shut - I've heard good things about Bar Julia and want to stop there before the longest climb on the Ingles both times but have been unable to do so.
The hill was a lot longer than I had remembered - it starts on the road, goes almost flat through a very small village, follows more road upwards and then onto a dirt track. and it just keeps going up and up!
I had remembered from before that the picnic area is directly after this hill but is actually about five minutes' walk further on but it is a very welcome place to stop and regroup after the climb.
The next bar mentioned in our guidebooks didn't seem to exist anywhere ao we carried on arriving at the albergue about 12:30 and sitting in the shade until it opened at one.
After getting ourselves sorted we went to the new bar a sign on whose door seems to suggest its season runs until October but I could have mis-understood this.
Dinner was some mushroom cup-a-soup we'd brought from home and pasta (with the soup made in the same water we'd cooked the pasta in both to save draining the pasta and to thicken the soup up a bit).
Me and Becky wandered through the village but with the exception of two skittish cats there was nothing to see.
A small 'supermarket' van came at 6:30 so we bought some drinks and then cooked tea - pasta with tomato passata and tuna.
The American ladies we had met back in Ferrol began to arrive at the albergue and five of them had arrived by 8 and were calling their hotel to come and pick them all - they all looked very hot and tired after walking the distance we had covered in two days in one.
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