The albergue didn’t have blankets so for the first time after carrying it for 3 weeks, I slept in my cosy sleeping bag. It had been raining overnight and rain was forecast for today, so I also dug out my raincoat from the very bottom of my pack just in case.
Breakfast in the albergue
The choice today was a 40 km walk or a very short 18km day. I opted for the short day as my leg is getting better and I don’t want to stress it to much just yet.
Today is a national holiday in Spain and it was very quite indeed when I bumbled my way out of Zamora. The route today follows the same highway that I’ve been following for weeks so I thought that things should be pretty straightforward.
I don’t know what these bushes with red berries are but I’ve seen them everywhere. This was a particularly nice one .
I picked up the yellow arrows just out of town and followed them for 4 kilometres or so and then they disappeared . I kept following the main road but my path started to deviate from the GPS route however this has happened before.
A very strange thing was this railway line without tracks – obviously an abandoned project.
Around an hour later I was sure I was lost so I thought of trying my mobile using data roaming. Sure enough, I was on the wrong road and far off to the west. Luckily there was a road I could follow to regain the correct route after backtracking 3 or 4 kilometres ,
Eventually I was back on track.
I caught up with Antonio from Bilbao who was walking quite slowly and I decided to walk with him to practise my Spanish and because my feet were hurting after walking probably an extra 6 km on asphalt.
Now the irony of all this is that not long after, we came across the same incompleted railway line. If I had have known, I could have followed it and saved probably 6 km of walking!
We could see rain showers off in the distance but luckily we didn’t get rained on.
We reached the Albergue around 2pm and I splurged on a €9 3 course lunch .
A danish guy I met last night arrived shortly after I did. Like me, his 18km day had turned into a 25km one. He had called into a bar and asked and found the the arrows he had been following, obviously the same ones I had, were for a different route to Portugal ! He must have been in s slightly different track as I was way out in the country with no bars in sight !
The life of a pilgrim is not easy !
Cyclists along the way – about half of the people at the albergue last night were cyclists
Portugal would have been an interesting detour!!
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Glad you didn’t follow the road to Portugal!
Hope your leg is ok.
Great photos Paul.
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