We set off relatively late around 7:30 and started walking in the foggy rain mainly along roads with only small pieces through forests. Johanna still didn’t have all her strength back and at the same time my body worked quite well, so for the first time I was ahead of her. Tom soon caught up to us and went ahead. We found him again after 8 km when we sat down for breakfast on a wet terrasse of an ugly bar in an ugly village. Mitch and Ben also arrived and we walked on together but without Tom who had left a little earlier.
Today’s stage was definitely the ugliest stage of the whole Camino. We walked in the pouring rain along big roads, big trucks passing by and wetting us even more. There was so much noise and we were wearing the rain hats so we couldn’t even talk to each other. It was so ugly that it was funny again.
At Arzua, where we had our lunch break, our way finally joined the Camino Frances. There were noticeably more pilgrims but we had decided not to stay there but move on to the next village. Tom was already waiting for us in Arzua and we bought loads of food in the supermarket and devided it on our 5 backpacks for dinner (no supermarket in our village).
The five of us walked the last 5 km together and it stopped raining and even the sun came out.
Our albergue turned out to be a very nice place with a garden and sheets and very clean bathrooms and a nice kitchen. We hung around the garden for a little while after showering and washing and proceeded to cooking another amazing dinner in the kitchen. We sat until half past 10 after finishing and mainly talked about guns, prisoner’s rates of the world and tried to name all the states before we went to sleep – tired and extremely stuffed as always.
