Sick as a dog. Rain and sun. New route to Maneru. Post last of warm clothing forward, leave late in order to go to post office. Nose running like a faucet. Fried-gg sandwich in Maneru, which gets all over my face just as a man passes by me and says something to me (flirting, I think), and I bite into the sandwich. He returns a few moments later with a substantial paper towel to give me. Starts raining as soon as I leave town. Roman route hard on the feet. Climbing out of Ciraque difficult. Some sorta wedding or party near exit, albergue. Beg for a room to myself, I haven't slept in three days and I'm really sick. Sick all night. Eva from Germany gives me medicine. Food is good. Feel like a walking contagion. Family-style dinner. (Later someone tells me that they think it was the first night the albergue was open, the other one was still closed for the season. My lucky day, I guess.)
13.2 kms.
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