14 th – 9:00 am bus to Fisterra from Santiago. 2 hours but seemed to take forever. Such a distance that seems unlikely can be covered in a three day walk! But it can.
Tomorrow I will walk my final leg of this marathon on steroids – having said that, there are many who have done the same or much more.
For my bus journey I mistakenly bought a reduced price ‘large-family ticket’ which pp is half price @ €3.20, the cashier at the bus terminal didn’t mind at all when I fessed up. Extra luggage in locker and a paired down backpack, I was headed for Fisterra.
The ‘end of the world’
At Fisterra, the place to go is 3 kms up the road, and a bit out of town, to the headland where the lighthouse and the 0.00 km marker is – the alleged end of the Camino. Methinks this is a marketing decision.
Fisterra (Finisterre) Town
That done, it was time to check in to the squeaky clean Albergue Mar de Plata. A rest and clean-up later, it was time to wander.
Fisterra is a fishing town with a safe harbour filled with fishing boats, nets, pods etc. The town’s buildings lack character but as a collection bundled together, they gain a new appeal.
Narrow bending lanes complete the picture.
It’s euro-cup final night, Spain vs England. There are balloons and bunting and tv screens. If Spain wins things will get messy. The game starts at 9:00 pm local, food service at 8:30 pm and I start walking at 7:00 am tomorrow. Three Vermouths in and food in one hour, Muxia tomorrow seems to be getting further away by the minute.
Spanish people are different to us quiet conservative types. Eat at 8:30, drink till dawn, smoke like bushfires and, they must all be deaf because all conversations are at 93 decibels, even at close range. I’m looking forward to my peaceful life but I’m sure I will miss Spain – from where I leave in a day and a half – after being here for just over 1 month.