Word of the day is "Fire", once again. (Photo is looking eastward from near Pardonelo.)
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| Fires, April 22/L Herlevi 2017 |
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| One last look, April 22/L Herlevi 2017 |
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| Entering Galicia, April 22/L Herlevi 2017 |
Everyone is here, once again, how strange to live in a town where the population triples every night only to wash away in the morning. Main restaurant, edge of town, serving almost everyone. It's like a frat party.
I eat inside. Gross food, basically rice with ketchup, plus sangria. I see the Jims outside while I'm there. Wave hello as I'm about to leave, but they pull up a chair for me, and Canada Jim, goes inside to ask for a glass for me to drink their wine. He comes back out with a large glass, says the waiter referred to me as beautiful. they turn out to be staying in same place as me, didn't bring a key. I eventually get tired, and Irish J says to go home, they will figure something out.
I consider bringing them back a key, but don't, it feels too paternal to do it. Ireland rings a bell sometime later, I go down and let them in, no one else is gonna do it, but I was always gonna let them in (because it was the decent thing to do.)
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| Fancy Albergue, April 22/L Herlevi 2017 |
They follow me, he thanks me multiple times for letting them in. Old man falls off ladder in middle of the night. He falls on his bum. His friend checks up on him a few times. I run into them again, but one of the four is missing, not sure if it was the one who fell or not. Don't know how to ask. It was actually kinda' scary. Canada snores like a pig all night. Woman (from LA) sleeping next to me asks me about him in the morning, I say it's because he was drinking. I don't think anyone slept. The other Jim doesn't snore when he drinks. The room smells, bad, not sure if it's the bathroom or someone that ate something bad, but I get up and open the door (it opens onto a balcony), and hope no one will notice, but I'm about to vomit, so that's the solution. i can see stars above but fog or smoke has really socked it in in the crevices, valleys. Big trees, dogs, Australian women. Crickets.
(Laguna de Castilla-O'Cebreiro-Linares-Hospital de la Condesa-Pardonelo-Fon Fria-Biduedo-Filloval-Triacastela; about 23.5 kms.)
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| Forest route from O'Cebriero to Linares, April 22/L Herlevi 2017 |
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| A Vole?, April 22/L Herlevi 2017 |
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| Near entrance to Triacastela, April 22/L Herlevi 2017 |
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