Today was an unusual day.
- First I thought I was just walking 11.3 kilometres according to Camino Ninja. My phone said I walked 15.2kms and my body said I walked 100kms – give or take a metre. This was the second most difficult path for me outside of the Pyrenees and there was little or no warning.
- Still, I must be feeling better. Two people have asked to take their picture with me. I’m always very flattered. I guess I don’t look as sick as I feel. Actually I am feeling a little better. One chap was from Spain and he was sending the picture to his 89 year old father. I can just hear the arguments now. I also thought with a giggle this may be the new “elder-porn”.
- When I arrived in El Acebo . I had no idea where I was. There was a taxi stand at the entrance to the town and I asked the driver, who just happened to be the same person who took me up to Foncebadon yesterday, how much it would be to go to El Acebo. He laughed and told me I was already there. He recognized me and gave me a hug. This is a guy who loves his job.
- We were right beside the Albergue I thought I had booked. Well no. I was at their upscale hotel. The pilgrim accommodation was about 700m down the road- turn left, go past the cemetery and then left again. I’m not sure whether it was the cemetery or the extra left turn that made me upgrade. But I took a private room with an ensuite at their upscale hotel. After sleeping in my clothes for a few days because of the fever and chills, I needed a good scrub.
- The room is gorgeous. Their ensalada was OK. But the timing was perfect. They did say that they would bring my backpack over. I sure hope so because I’ve washed everything and all I have to wear is a towel.