17km of 'roman road'. ie straight and dead boring. I mean I wanted to 'go home' boring. Instead of paying attention I just became really introverted and stopped at every bench (not enough benches by the way). Twas hell. My feet, my NEW blisters (I could say more).
Anyway a cafe appeared at at 17km & I discovered everyone else was having just as bad a time. How uplifting that was. No I am serious. It was a relief others found it just as hard. Anyway I had my daily chocolate malt drink & some pain killers & life became dandy. Suddenly I was walking on my own rather than in a procession and instead of stopping at the 17km mark (which I had been promicing myself for most of that 3 hours) I walked 32 km and am now in a delightful SMALL alberge with a great ambiance and am about to have dinner. I just realised I have not cooked for 3 weeks. How good is that!
No more picutres. 2 days from Leon. Should be interesting. I might bail out like I did at Burgos. Lets see!
New blisters! Good to see there is great comradeship along the way.
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