Amenal to Santiago de Compostela – 17kms How do you sleep when the next day you are going to be doing something more incredible than you ever imagined? Simple answer. You don’t. I think I grabbed snatches of sleep from sheer exhaustion and still woke up well before the alarm Continue Reading

Arzùa to Amenal – 23kms We both had a rubbish sleep which wasn’t helped by the 6:30am alarm, but despite this, we still managed to walk out the door a little after 7am. I thought yesterday was pea soup. It was nothing compared to today. The thickness of the fog Continue Reading

Melide to Arzùa – 15kms It was a short day today, so I’d decided to treat us with a sleep-in of 7:30am and have breakfast before we left. We’d looked at the weather forecast the previous night and it had said showers in the morning, less so in the afternoon, Continue Reading

Lestedo to Melide – 20kms In Riley’s words, today was crap. Actually, his words were a little stronger, but trying to keep this pg. Our luck ran out with the rain. It was raining as we left our accommodation and it didn’t let up all day. It was a 5km Continue Reading

Portomarin to Lestedo – 19kms (plus an extra couple of kms for Riley) Sooooo…. I didn’t have the day I was expecting. I’d had a terrible sleep and the 6:45am alarm has never been more hated on the Camino, even at the beginning! I did get moving relatively quickly though, Continue Reading

Sarria to Portomarin – 23kms (plus an extra 2kms for missing a turn.) What a tough start to the day. It started raining heavily within moments of walking out the door, Riley made me feel like crap before storming off and within 10mins of walking, I was walking up an Continue Reading

Triacastela to Sarria – 18.7kms A big topic of discussion amongst the pilgrims the previous night was which route to take, (the longer one via Samos or the shorter one via San Xil) and the forecast of rain all day. We had decided to do the shorter route based on Continue Reading

O’Cebreiro to Triacastela – 20.7kms Waking up, Riley’s first words were, “so, we ready to die?” Getting up and walking has become so routine now, I forget what it was like in those first couple of days, the fear of the unknown, the nerves and anxiety. I didn’t give him Continue Reading

Las Herrerias to O’Cebreiro – 8.2kms (by horse!) We woke up at 7:30am and opened the windows in anticipation… to find it once again pouring with rain. My heart sunk a little, wondering whether my dream of riding the horses wouldn’t be a reality. All we could do was wait Continue Reading