So this is it, the eve of arrival.
12.5 miles done today and it was a massive culture shock. Because 3 camino routes join in Arzua, there are literally hundreds of new faces on the way. To be honest, I dont like it. The solitude of my route was perfect. The hustle of this final stage is just… “noisy”.
But it’s only for a short while.
It tried to rain again, and solid rain forecast for the next 2 days. But it wasnt as bad as yesterday. Got a little bit moist and not in a good way. Speaking of which, I am about 15 miles from SdeC and the begging has begun. There are people on the way asking for money, pleading poverty, and from what I could gather one particular woman offered to find me a bed for the night and keep me warm if necessary. But she wasnt much of a looker 🙂
Such is the way of these things. Every focal town/city has its dark side.
1 more sleep, 1 more bunch of steps to go 🙂 x
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