We’re chilling in our bunk bed in an albergue in Sigueiro. This time it’s a private one, and the luxury is abundant. There are actual sheets on our bunks, and tomorrow they’re serving us breakfast: a cup of coffee, an orange and some schmintzel – one of those processed mini muffins that don’t go bad for centuries. Had a chance to see all that when we checked in.
Every albergue and hostel in the town is full. Everyone is anticipating their last stage down to Santiago.
Today’s leg was easier than yesterday, but still, 24-ish kilometers – no joke.
Met Dave – a brit – very appropriate for the English way. Nice dude, walks fast, knows how to nordic-walk. We chat for the last stretch into the town, and it breaks the monotony.
The area is mostly rather pleasant, some endemic forest (autochtonous our guidebook chooses to call it. Autochtonous, baby). Cafes are present in good numbers and meh quality.
Going out, might write a bit more later.
