Totally on my own today which is probably a good thing. Have just walked through some of the most hideous industrial estates and Burgos airport to get to the centre and the old town. The cathedral here is one of the finest in Spain and I am sleeping right underneath it. It is a fine gothic example and absolutely enormous. Tapas Bars and shops abound but I am simply too tired to check any of them out at the moment.
My feet are ok I suppose. However the second toe on my left foot has turned into an extra from a horror movie. I am also beginning to lose it a bit, that is laughing at almost anything that moves and crying. I am also entering the first stages of hobohood. The very few clothes that I have stink. No matter how hard I try to wash them they just don't smell right. In fact I stink too. What might be most concerning though is the fact that I quite like it. I feel totally comfortable not living in the real world anymore, whatever that is.
Walking miles and miles everyday with little rest and little privacy is [email protected]@@ing hard. I defy anyone I know at home to try. I get extra verve from talking to nice men and women. But,most of the time, particularly in remote areas it can be frightening and lonely. Perhaps I've been giving an impression that this is a barrel of laughs well its not !
I have been looking at my justgiving site and although I'm really pleased with the amount that has been raised I'm also disappointed. Disappointed with people that I thought cared about me and whom I thought were friends or close family members. These very people have given me very little support and made no donation whatsoever despite the website being available for over10 weeks now. Maybe they doubt whether I can do this. Or perhaps they want to examine the blisters on my feet and feel the swelling in my knees and ankles before they give any of their money. Or maybe they just don't give a [email protected]@. Well they can just go and [email protected]@" themselves.
This walk is not about me anymore or anyone else. but about the kids who can't walk and may never get a chance to.
I plan to get out of Burgos very early tomorrow and start the Meseta. This is almost 200km of high flat land of wheat fields. If I'm not mad now, I will be soon.