This journal entry is entitled 'The journey of Epic proportions'. Since all spanish people seem to eat chocolate for breakfast, much to my DISGUST, i go with it and have chocolate biscuits and coffee. I don't like to go too much into what the scenery or the day is like in my journal... boring, but this morning was particulary spectacular. Straight into a climb and even though it was freezing, the sun is glistening off the leaves on the side of the track which look like glitter has been sprinkled everywhere and i'm walking away from the highway which is a nice change. The puddles are frozen over and the mud tracks have icicles formed on the track marks which looks beautiful. At the next bar, i meet a spanish lady who turns out to be a teacher and corrects every spanish sentence that comes out of my mouth (all of them). But she gives me some cake which was made by her friends aunty and is a specialty of a certain part of spain and allegedly takes a really long time to make. I'm not sure what was in it, but i like to have my cake and eat it too so what's not to like about it. Í walk 6 kms to a town and walk into a bar absolutely busting to go to the toilet, and NO, i couldn't go in nature because it was all open plains!! The patron runs down the stairs after his wife when i enter. I ask to use the bathroom, desperate by this stage. ¨Solo para clientes¨. ¨Si si, esta bien¨. So my baño experience ends up costing me 10€ but i get a nice big meal with that. The lady in the restaurant is really nice but here husband is... capujo... an idiot. There are 3 radios going and then capujo comes and turns on the TV!! After long lunch, i decide to go the albergue at the next town. So i start walking. And walking. And and hour and a half later, i've either missed the town, or it doesn't exist. But from the top of the hill, i could see Burgos, and feeling pretty fit at this stage and not wanting to stop at 2 in the afternoon, i continue walking. It can't be that far.... 4pm. In the last 2 hours, i've seen about 3 people and about 4 cars. 4.10pm hits, power tools start up, cranes start moving into action, there are people all around and i see around 8 cars in about 3 minutes!! Siesta... a foreign concept but i think i could learn to like it. I talk to Pop pop and Micah and tell them i'll be in Burgos in around 2 hours. Within minutes of talking to Micah, i feel a slight twinge in my left leg. By this stage, i've already been on the road for 7 hours (including lunch and bar stop with teacher). The next 3 hours includes: An increasingly painful left shin, A main road into Burgos which extends for 8kms, A person at the lights who hangs out the window and yells 'buen camino', A stop in a bar for a glass of wine to take the edge off the sore leg that's getting worse by the minute, A stop in a farmacia for some anti-inflammatory cream, More shuffling down the main road to Burgos city centre, Countless stops to ask for directions (yes, i'm still on the right track, this TOWN is just REALLY HUGE) And a phone call to tell Pop pop and Micah they're going to have to carry me to hotel only to find out i'm about 50m from them!!! Yay. 40kms ater leaving Villafranca, i'm sitting in their hotel room with a very pained leg.... i've got one word to say... anti-inflammatory and a hot shower.