Santiago to Negreira

As I mentioned I was not exactly off to an early start on my pilgrimage to Finisterre. I was wide awake when I got back to the hotel and didn´t go to bed till about 2.30am on the Sunday night.

The bad thing was that it was a very hot walk. The good thing is that there was no-one around and I had the track pretty much to myself. Saw only 4 other walkers all day.

After the mayhem of the previous week from Sarria it was fantastic to be back to silence. The first place I stopped for a break was this tiny little bar surrounded by roses and gladioli and covered on top with vines of grapes and kiwifruit. There was no tinny music, no other back packs, no sound of TV. Just the bar owner sitting quietly nearby reading his paper. Bliss!

I am not sure of the actual deomographics out here but my first impression was the the villages looked a bit more prosperous than many we had seen along the way, including some (ugly) new subdivisions. There was also a continuation of eucaplypt forest. I didn't mention that on the post about going into Santiago because there was too much mist to see properly.

Negreira was nowhereville to me. A place to sleep after a short night the night before, a hot walk, and a long day planned tomorrow.