Cee to Finisterre

There was not a lot to see in Cee. Just a little sea.

Walking on from there though it was lovely to be walking around bays.

This is one of the better breakfast stops I have had.

And being by the sea has its own quirks. My eye was caught by these four cats. On closer investigation found a villager cleaning his catch and throwing a few choice bits there way (though there isn’t much fish left after a Spaniard has had his fill)

When you get to Finisterre there is a tradition that involves four things

Have a bath (meaning taking a dip in the Atlantic!)

Burn your clothes

Make a promise (a personal statement to yourself about the new you)

Have a picnic.

I had already decided that I wouldn’t be staying overnight (rain due) and lighting a bonfire and instead would simply throw things in the rubbish.

Heading into Finisterre there is a 2km stretch of beach with the track along a board walk beside it.

The tide was right for taking the beach route in so the first things to be dumped were my boots.

Next was to find a spot far enough away from people to take a skinny dip (no photos!) and put the clothes I had been wearing into a plastic bag for the next rubbish bin. I was so glad to be shot of airtex shirts. It has been extremely suitable and quick drying but I am ready for some better fabric against my skin now.

I made my promise to myself (no not telling that either) and then walked the rest of the way barefoot and clean into Finisterre village.

First stop was the albergue. I wasn’t going to be staying there but they issue the much coveted Finisterre Compostela.

I put that in my pack, left my pack at the albergue and began the final leg of the journey; to the lighthouse that marks the end of the world.

I still had one piece of paraphernalia to dispose of. The scallop shell that all pilgrims carry on the back of their back pack. It can be discarded on the beach or off the end of the world.

The last thing to do was to take out my tuna empanada and a few mls of wine saved from the previous night and have a picnic at the end of the world. And while I was at it take an appreciative photo of my foot on the edge. I am proud of my feet being in such good shape after what had been a 900km challenge.