Via de la Plata continued:
We spent the previous night in Silleda, in a hostal – a hotel type of place. It was wonderful, if you ignored the bed bugs.
Rob had the foresight to use his Permethryn-treated sleeping bag liner. Being a smart-arse, I didn’t use mine….and paid the price.
View from the kitchen bacony
The kitchen had quite a nice cast iron cooking range, redundant now, but retained as a feature I think.
Wandering off for breakfast I spotted:
A Galician Knocker
After getting over the shock of seeing such a big knocker we found ourselves in a nice little eatery where we feasted on coffee and egg & bacon barm cakes…although Galicians call them something else.
As we chomped our way through our breakfast barms we were disturbed by the sounds of fireworks going off, and then a marching band – it was yet another fiesta, celebrating somethong ot other.
Spaniards need little excuse to celebrate – anything!
Later in the day we came across two Russian (?) peregrinos (or should that be peregrinas?) who were cycling the same Camino.
It was another hot day, I recall that we didn’t push ourselves too hard.
Anyroadup, a few more photographs of the next couple of days:
We ordered beers which arrived…along with a lovely snack
A nice modern albergue
Always open, we arrived to find it closed.
A shrine in the woods
Another one for Alan R
A light snackette for Rob
Habitaciones para peregrinos may well have been desde 10€ – but for us in was casi 60€. So we didn’t.
Artist at work
Entering Santiago de Compostela
First view of the cathedral
Another one for Alan R
As we closed in on Santiago we passed a music shop selling traditional instruments from the region.
Well, we didn’t pass it really…
At 1100€ I was seriously tempted….but resisted
Rob splashed the cash on this Pandereta – it sounds brilliant!
Then there was the very long queue, and even longer wait, to receive our Compostelas – recognition that we’d walked a very long way.
Here you go…714km for this.
Oh look, more food. And beer. Tsk.
Later, whilst wandering around downtown Santiago we came across this lot, playing in celebration of a very local fiesta:
They were a bit good.
Somehow, and I *really* don’t know how, you’ll have to ask Rob, I ended up in a bar with this lovely bunch. I may have had a beer. Possibly more than one.
The rest of the afternoon was a bit of a blur.
Classic cars in the cathedral square
Two excellent musicians, one on Gaita Pipes, t’other on Pandereta – think tambourine….but turbocharged. These ladies were busking under an archway, the entrance to the very grand cathedral square.
After all the excitement of El Camino it was time to move on. The next bit of this expedition involved exploring the Douro Valley in Portugal, playing loads of music, drinking tea (and other beverages), and generally enjoying ourselves…..that’s going to be in Pt3.