The Meseta – Walking the Demonic Section of the Camino
From what Heather has written earlier, there’s obviously a whole folklore of agorophobic terror surrounding the walking through the Meseta. But according to today’s update from her, it sounds like going home to Essex in high summer – with a few less trees! Now you couldn’t give that beautiful french lass my phone number could you Heather 😉 So, amigos, amigas, I read a lot about The Meseta (the plains). How there was nothing, no trees, no shade, nothing. I listened to those two at the refuge at Viloria who said that people came in angry to the refuges, problems, demons doing a bolero in their heads with no other distractions. Jackie and Mike (thank you, both) said that there was nothing to worry about. I walked through Rabe and onto the...
Heather’s Camino: A Short 42km Walking Day to Burgos
As Heather continues walking the Camino, she’s updated us on an epic few days of travel, a bit of stalking and the HEAT!! Burgos So, where was I? Well, what day is it? Oh , yes, let´s take it from Thurs night. I stop at a refuge in Viloria de Rioja, obviously a bit new-agey and ethnic and it turns out there are only two of us. A beautiful room, with wide beds and a few bunks. I open the shower room door and there´s Andrew! Oh, it was lovely to see someone I knew and we were the only two in the refugio. It was a superb night´s rest, talking to the hospitaleros who had also been hospitaleros on The Meseta for a long time. Now, if you´ve read The Alchemist, the plot thickens. There were pictures all over the walls, of Paulo Coelho who wrote The...
Happy Camino Birthday in Burgos and a Day Off Walking
Miles of walking and flying away from family and old friends, Heather celebrated her latest birthday with her new found “family”. Burgos Part 2 and Happy Birthday Time. Hallo, Tuesday I think, 3rd August. And I am up to date with ALL e-mails. That´s an achievement, and I owe its accomplishment to the fact that a) other people have siestas and b) I´m just doing short 20km days, so am arriving by afternoons. Not all refuges have coin-in-the-slot Internet. Well, these 20km days feel like a stroll in the park as I think I´ve already said to someone. As if I haven´t done anything. Let´s go back to Burgos – my head is full of exciting things to tell and you know how I can get sidetracked! As you remember I collapsed into Ulrike and Alessandro´s...
Azofra Offers New Meet a Criminal Service. Get your Skull Duggered Here!
Azofra is clearly the place to go to meet the local crims. Skulls get duggered and there’s even a demon subscription service being set up for the crossing of the Meseta. I’ll let Heather clarify. Skulduggery in Azofra!! Hi Everyone, I not sure that’s how you spell skulduggery. Anyway, I in (sorry, can stop laughing, this computer won let me do some letters or apostrophes)[Don’t worry, Heather I’ll sort it on an English keyboard – for a while anyhow!!]. Well you’ll have to puzzle out what I’m saying. [In fact I’m not going to sort it – it’s far more amusing the way it arrived! ;-)] So in a village of 230 inhabitants at 938 metres, at 18.15, it appears to be rush hour. Well I blowed if I can...
Descansar in Navarette! Heather’s Learned to Chill!!
Too flippin’ hot! Hallo! And I hope it’s not as hot for you as here. Even the Spanish and Italians can’t cope! Well, I think I left you when I was staggering around Lograno, trying to get my hip to work properly. In the morning, it was all fine. I followed the arrows out of Lograno (left at 8.am which is marginally better – Gill´s having a blue fit at the thoughts of these leaving-in-the-morning-times!), walked through the massive 5km park where the Spanish were out for their morning jog, run, cycle etc and on my own, when suddenly, I seized up. To use Joe Simpson´s words, I was stuffed. Terminado. Finito. What Ray would say would be. “You ok, Blue?” No, I definitely wasn´t. Well, there was a fine kettle of fish. I...