I had an interesting pelegrino meal the night before with a French couple that just decided to start walking the Camino from their front door in Potier in The middle of France.
I am constantly amazed when I discover the number of people that walk from their home country, covering thousands of km, not just the hundreds that I'm attempting. Also the number of people that travel from far away including places like Australia, just to complete the Camino.
The dormitory was packed as usual , but a bit of an amusing incident occurred. This Canadian woman began informing a young male Spaniard that the condition he had on his legs was like hers, that he shouldn't bandage them up as he had done,but use the very strong antibiotic cream she was offering him. She asked me to translate because she had heard me talking my strange Italian / Spanish language. I did my best. Eventually the guy took off all the bandages that he had spent the last 30 minutes putting on. He revealed that there was in fact nothing on his skin like the woman , but they he had strapped them up in order to deal with tendinitis! Everyone in the dormitory had a huge laugh at the poor guys expense and the woman proceeded to instruct that the strapping would do nothing anyway and that he should now take some very strong Canadian non steroidal anti inflamitories that she was offering
I set off this morning fairly early as usual and with my blisters dealt with from last night began what is known as the pilgrim highway. A very straight 17 km pathway with no villages on it. The weather was terrible, wind and plenty of rain it was tough I was in pain and could barely see as my glasses kept steaming up. Eventually, sanctuary arrived in the form of a hot coffee with a wee dram of whisky at an albergue bar along with all the other pilgrims that had been caught in the rain.
I the carried on another 8 km to my final destination. Usual beautiful scenery dramatic sky's and wild flowers on the way.