A lovely day to walk with my Tramily

Dropped back off in the morning, the rural trail was nice, we still had some stretches climbing to the wind mills we saw the day before, up over a pass, contour along above a river running below that looked like a good kyak. Stopped for a morning coffee. coffee and a HUGE croissant out of the oven for 3 eu.

An interesting exhibit with the story of the werewolf of the area. Followed by a statue.

I hit the divide for the Finsterre and Muxia routes. If Muxia is as nice, it would be a future trip.

The Viking guy was right, there is a sign “Next Cafe 15km” and he was right. I already had my coffee and it was too early for a beer. I was now on the west side of the windmill farms.

Along a gravel trail, I ran into the German Army couple from Day 1 dinner, and caught up to the Kiwi’s again. There was a long trail of us, but plenty of spread to have different conversations.

This upper plateu had tree farms of Eucalyptus trees with groves that were harvested and ones just planted. we kept contouring around and finally saw the ocean. We were getting close, but we weren’t losing any altitude. The descent to Cee was on gravel, and it was steep enough to keep using the trekking poles to keep me from falling. I’m glad I was not going TO Santiago.

I hit the paved road before the others, and there after 15 km was a cafe perched on a narrow intersection. I ordered a Grand Cervessa. In Spain they always bring some small dish when you order anything alcoholic. This time is was a chick pea stew. It was so good, I snarfed it up after 1 sip of beer.

The rest of the Tramily followed, the Germans were pushing on to the old town, the Kiwis and I were in the newer part of the city near the beach. (Nothing of interest near the beach, a lot of construction.)

After finding my hotel, showering, rubbing my feet, calves and hamsting with Toasted CBD salve (TheTrek.co needs to strike a deal with these folks, great stuff straight from thier farm) I was good to explore part of the town. Walking to the church to get a stamp, I got a TXT and thought it was the Viking, but I realized it was the Kiwis. (Note, add your name when TXT the first time so you know who you are answering to. I reconvened with the Kiwi’s for dinner, first place was a bust, we didn’t want pizza, and then found Meson O Club, a great hole in the wall with a falsely gruff owner. But we had a grand meal with Padron peppers and got away for 15eu with a lot of wine.

I was going to Zero day in Cee, the Kiwis were going on to Fisterra. The weather was not looking good for me, rain for the next 4 days, but I went to bed at hiker midnight prepared to zero the next day and face the rain.

Nations today:

New Zealand
Germany
Holland

Stats:

The elevation needs to be flipped!

13.06 miles

Photos:

Who says you can’t use KT tape for hat repairs?

Werewolf scale is dubious.

My German trail friends.

Less than 20km to go.