Fonfria to Sarria – 28 kms

Today was a long 9 hour walk to Sarria.

It was a beautiful morning as we left our mountain lodging at Fonfria. We were the last to leave as usual and had the path to ourselves. A weasel ran across the path in front of us and I didn’t scream.

It was really neat being above the clouds this morning, then descending down into them.

Most of the day was very scenic, winding through forest tracks and small towns smelling of cow shit.

After a long walk we stumbled upon an oasis in the middle of nowhere. Sofas and fruit, bread and biscuits and juices.

After a break at the hippy place, it seemed a long way before there was anywhere else to stop. After a couple of hours we heard music drifting up the mountain. Proud Mary was playing.

‘Is that a live band?’ I asked Mike.

‘I dunno.’

We kept on walking hoping all would be revealed around the next corner. Nope. Still no sign of the source of the music.

Half and hour later and the anticipation is killing us. We can hear them but we can’t see them. Is it an aural mirage? Is that even a thing?

Finally, we found them. In a small village a band was playing so we stopped and had a drink and listened to them.

The rest of the day dragged a bit and we were thankful to arrive in Sarria at 5pm. But what a shithole!

A quick shower and wash of our clothes, we went out in search of dinner.

3 beers later and 3 different places and no sign of a pilgrim dinner anywhere. We ended up with second rate tapas, not ideal after a long day.

Kinda ruined my day.