Last night there were around a dozen pilgrims at the Albergue dinner and others chose to eat elsewhere . It’s strange that I’ve been walking along the same route and I’ve seen virtually no one for days ! Where have they all sprung from ?
This morning at 7 am it was pitch black as normal but this morning there was a beautiful display of stars.
It looked like I was following the Roman road again as it led relentlessly north.
The Romans were obviously masters of abbreviation because this says something along the lines of Emperor Caesar, son of the divine Nerva, Nerva Trajan Augustus Hermanicus, Pontifex Maximus, reinvested with the authority of consul for the second time, repaired this ‘ or something along those lines.
Fish for lunch again !
I hadn’t seen any pigs for a while!
The path led up to a mountain ridge and a peak called the ‘Pico de la Dueña’ which at 1,169 meters is the highest point of my walk so far. There must have been at least 60 wind generators up there.
Around here a few people who had left early came up behind me including Michael who is doing the walk for the 5th time . It just goes to show how easy it is to get lost.
A strange tree landscape
It’s a nice little clean private Albergue tonight and I’m sitting with a small group of pilgrims with ice on my swollen ankle.
Only a short 23km hike into Salamanca tomorrow!