"Ice Cold in Santiago"

Well, we strode in to Santiago, whistling to the tune of Colonel Bogey, walking poles held high, despite extreme tiredness. But, no way, would anybody in the square know that we had not just come from round the corner! We met another American friend, Ed, who showed us where to go to get our certificate. We had been advised that to receive this, spiritual questions had to be satisfactorily answered. We had practised for the last few kilometres our spiritual feelings. However we were greeted, not by an abbot as we expected, in a darkened room flavoured with incense, but by a row of young people behind computers, happily doling out certificates to those with the necessary stamps on the Credential.

As we were not booked in to the Parador Hotel until the following day, we accepted a room from a dubious looking lady, touting for business. The room turned out to be rather dingy and smelly, but it was only for one night and the luxurious Parador awaited.

The following morning we gathered our kit and set off for the Parador, where they agreed to let us into our room at 9am. The hotel turned out to be good not worth the hype.

Sadly the volcanic disturbance affected our enjoyment as our flight was cancelled the day after we left the Parador. We therefore had to find cheap rooms as the next flight was 5 days later. Unknowingly we organised this ourselves. It later turned out we were the resposiblity of the airline company. During this 5 days we visited museums and places of cultural interest, but were in no mood really to enjoy it, as we only wanted to go home.

Finally the day arrived to leave for England. We had slept in the airport all night so as to be sure nothing would prevent us from boarding the flight! Not an experience to be repeated.

Arriving home in England and seeing all the leaves and blossoms was truly a welcome in itself. Our taxi was on time at Stansted airport and we drove happily to Forest Row.

We would both to say a special thanks to our friends who gave such encouraging and insightful comments on our journey.

We have 2500 pictures which we will sort out over the next week or so and will post them on the blog shortly.

A special thanks to Terry Crosby who inspired us in the Peak District. Congratulations to Jon for his successful trek to Everest base camp and topping out on his climb, his trip looked fantastic. A very special thankyou to our neighbours, John and Sue, who kept an eye on our house and worldly goods and their encouraging comments. To Yvonne, thank you for following our route and your prayers to St.James did help as we had very little rain, you must finish it next year!

Until the next "Two Pensioners" adventure, goodbye for now.

Green Galician hills

We are now 2 days away from our goal, having walked through countryside that is very reminiscent of Devon, rich green grass, old stone dwellings, many dating back centuries. A lot of pilgrims are now on the route having joined near the end. They are easily recognisable - they are very energetic, seem to be skipping along and carry tiny rucsacs. We are now met by taxis at the top of every hill, eager to whisk the tired pilgrim off to the next town. Needless to say the writer says: "Get ye behind me Satan"! and points to Heaven when the driver asks if we want a lift. We are both very tired now and our speed is slowing down, but will march into Santiago in a style that befits the English trekker.

Last post on 21st April.

To everybody who has followed our exploits we can elaborate on any areas.

Photos will also be posted when we return home.

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Sickness strikes the team leader!

We arrived at Tria castela after crossing more hills with all the mountains now behind us and by chance picked up a leaflet for a pension for Casa Olga. This nice private house became a refuge as that evening we had dinner in the town where Anthony had some bad meat and was violently sick early in the morning and whilst attempting to eat breakfast. As "luck" would have it the owner pointed out the medical centre 50 yards away where we visited and gastro-enteritis was diagnosed, a prescription written and taken to the pharmacy, another 50 yards away. Anthony spent all day in bed in a bad way. However the following day he made a recovery and we set off again, a little slower and a little less confident. We find ourselves now at a delightful pension dating back centuries, and as usual are about to retire to dinner.

Thankfully we now seem to have left the albergues and bedbugs behind us. We are looking forward to our stay at the at the Parador in Santiago.

Returning to Uk on 21st April.

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You pays yer money and yer takes yer choice.

We decided to take a diversion across a mountain ridge marked "very difficult"! Big mistake! We set set off with confidence on a very steep climb to the ridge top in blazing sunshine and the proceeded across the ridge for about 4 hours with hair raising views and the most amazing wild flowers. However our problems began when we reached what we thought was the end. We could see the village in the valley below but could not see a track to get to it. We decided to take one of many tracks down only to find half way down a very steep descent the track petered out into an impassible gorge. After much hand wringing Marion convinced Anthony to go back to the top and start again. We sat down to have a drink and were totally exhausted. There were many tracks down to choose from, all of which could have ended in nowhere. It was very quiet and very still and from nowhere a bunch of leaves blew up and seemed to point to a track, so we thought this is as good as any and followed it which led us to a road and to the village at the bottom of the valley.

The following day we ascended the last high mountain which after yesterday was pretty strenuous, right into what was left of the snowline. The real difficulty came when we descended as this went on for ever and ever on rock strewn paths. Marion was at her absolute limit now, almost unable to walk. The "Myth of Sisyphus" comes to mind as we were constantly going up and down.

Knee wrenching hell, luxury and a hot bath

We set off up to the top of the mountain where we booked in to the albergue. Thank fully this wonderful place had full central heating. We had a regional dinner of baked hake and salad and retired to our bunk beds. We left early, in the dark using our haed torches as a guide, to descend the mountain, which was above the snowline. Unfortunately the descent, although the most beautiful part of the Camino, was the most treachorous, with rock strewn paths all the way. After 6 or 7 hours we arrived at beautiful medieval village, after crossing an ancient bridge. We decided we had earnt a Hostal and booked in for the night. The bedroom overlooked the river and the bridge and had a modern bathroom. After much soaking we had dinner at the restaurant opposite where we had a very tasty local wine which enabled us to sleep well!

The following morning we set off along a more level track to our next stop only to find the albergue was closed, so reluctantly (!) we booked into another hostal in a room with its own patio and as we write we are planning to go out to dinner.
Anthony has just had a haircut in readiness for his arrival in Santiago.

A peregrino has a hard life!

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Mystical Knights and Mountain paradise

We have made a real friend with the Knight of the Maltese Cross whose name is Andrea. Anthony and he really got on well together and are going to share information on a religious project in the mountains.

We left the Medieval albergue to start our climb into the mountains. This was an idyllic experience with amazing views, rock stream paths, mountain flowers and when you stood still the only noise you could hear were the insects and bees pollinating wild flowers. Also to be heard were hoopoes and ravens.

We had been told by Andrea to look out for a philanthrop, by the name of David, who set up a stall in the middle of nowhere, giving organic food and drink to the pilgrims for free, all through the year. Sure enough, out of the blue we came across this stall full of organic drinks, hot coffee and homemade cakes. Apparently he lives in an old barn nearby. The only payment he asks for is an obligatory hug and a smile from the pilgrims. However we did leave a donation.

Today´s trek in the mountains was more severe as we headed for Convento de Foncebadon, at 1450 metres in height. The hardship was offset by the stunning views and loneliness. The weather has now improved, the frighteningly cold winds have now eased, and the sun is shining. Those of you who are familiar with Richard Hannay will know what it means to have a picnic on a lonely road or path in remote hills

We are now going to have our dinner at the first Albergue to have heating, in four days.

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Freezing refugios and medieval monks house

We agreed to stay at a refugio that looked really interesting, old beams, stone floors and the owners had recently refurbished it. We decided to take a single room. The hallway had a wood burning stove which after investigation was the only form of heating in the entire building. They apparently did not feel the need to put heating in the bedrooms or the bathrooms. The water was not hot either. The entire place was immaculately restored without any heating!

Our next refugio, recommended by the previous one was worse as the wood burning stove was tiny. However it was great fun as we had a home cooked meal plus some moonshine which we felt we had to drink as the owner had made it himself!

We are now staying at the oldest albergue on the Camino which has a medieval courtyard and well. This has heating and the Hospitalero is a knight of the Maltese Cross who is extraordinary and a charming host. As we are English he has given us some bacon to cook for our breakfast.

We are now close to the snowy mountains where we will ascend to 1500 metres.

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Brutal monotony in Force 8 winds.

We set off on our 17.5 k trek with no habitation or stops on a straight, monotonous and very exposed track which lasted 4 hours. There was a severe head wind all the way which battered us constantly and which did not let up. This was a time for heads down and just keep going and resist the thought of giving up. The following day we had an icy cold wind which still blew constantly and had a very demoralising effect. We were very glad to reach our bed!

As nothing hugely dramatic is happening we thought we would tell you what it is like to be a pilgrim.

We arrive at the refugio usually around 4pm, pay our 5 euros and get our credentials stamped. This must be stamped every evening to qualify for the certificate in Santiago. We then find a bed,amongst many bunk beds, sometimes up to 60 in one room.We lay out our sleeping bags and silk liner and go and have a shower,etc., paying special attention to our feet. After that we have dinner,a special pilgrim menu for 10 euros. We also have to do our washing and then find a radiator to dry it on. Failing to do this limits the opportunity for friendship! 7.30 to 8.30 pm, most people are in bed trying to sleep. However during the night the noises start, moaning, snoring, howling and much more. At 6am you wake up in the dark and with your torch your gather all your possessions and creep out of the room to pack for the day. A quick bathroom visit and it is "lock and load" and you are off. The first thing we look for are the yellow arrows which we then follow out of the village and into the countryside. These arrows are placed strategically so that we may follow them to the next village. This however is much more difficult in a city where they are on bins, pavements and trees. Having bought our lunch of bread cheese, meats, etc., the night before, our first stop is for coffee at a village bar, usually with stickies. At around lunch time, it the sun is shining we will have a picnic,very enjoyable if we are in the mountains and it is very remote. However at the moment it is bleak and remote and we are happy just to get out of the wind to eat our food.

More mountains are imminent, where snow, sleet and rain is the norm. Tomorrow we are still on the Meseta,so probably more of the same hostile weather and monotonous paths.

Two pensioners on the front line of the Camino

Gales, rain, hailstorms and horror on the Meseta

We left our comfortable hotel after one night of rest to rejoin the Camino at the beginning of the Meseta, a high exposed plateau, with little cover. It all started out well and then the wind started, non-stop all day, with ferocious intensity, coupled with rain and stinging hailstones. We made our way to Hornillos along wide muddy tracks. This area is very remote, flat with some undulating hills and mainly arable farmland. As usual we seemed to be the only people on the track, perhaps as we were overtaken at the start of the day by the few pilgrims on the route. We then quite ridiculously decided to climb up to 1000 metres in midafternoon and descend a steep decline and trek a further four hours, by which time we were well and truly past our sell-by date.

We checked into the first refugio we came to, something that reminded us of "Psycho" and ths was to be very prophetic. We entered a room of 8 bunkbeds and found two sick Italian girls and a strange looking woman, all in black, curled up in the corner. There also was a strange looking man hanging about outside. As we went to sleep this man came into the room and went to sleep fully clothed and he appeared to belong to her although not much was said. Suddenly at 2 in the morning we were awoken by all the lights going on and this woman lighting a cigarette and rearranging her clothes, apparently unaware that she was causing distress to the sleepers. I told her to stop smoking but hung back as an incident would not be a good idea in Spain. She then, every hour, woke up again, muttered things and was smoking in her bed and she then began to rearrange all her clothes again. He, meanwhile, made strange noises all night and we thought he was having a fit. She appeared to me to be having a nervous breakdown. Marion, unknown to me, was mentally practising aikido moves in case of strangleholds! We packed up and left a 5.30, whilst it was pitch dark only to find a padlock on the gate and it appeared we were locked in on a Sunday morning. Furious banging on the shutters had no effect. We were getting very cold at this time at 6.30 until Marion decided to check the gate again only to find it was not locked after all and we made a hasty retreat from an empty "Village of the Damned".

We arrived at Fromista, home of the most beautiful Romanesque church in the world and checked into a pension. We had the most delicious dinner, so far, of Mediterranean vegetables.

Tomorrow we are still on the Meseta, heading towards a 17k streatch with no habitation or supplies.

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Storms, gales and no room at the inn

We were welcomed at the posh hotel and shown into a vast dining room where we were the only guests. The owner looked after us with a wonderful meal. We spent a pleasant evening dining and talking to him before retiring to our wonderful refugio. More on pilgrim life tomorrow.

The following morning we set off up the steep climb into the Montes de Oca. A gruelling, lung bursting episode. Then 12 kilometres through the forest without seeing a single wolf or bandit apart from wonderful wildlife. We planned to stay the night at Ages but felt confident enough to move on to the next village. And then it started,high up in the hills - ferocious winds and torrential rain. Not so good as the evening is drawing to an end and we were unsure where we were. We sighted the small village of Villaval where we were to pick up the key for the refuge at the next village, at the house next to the church. However the church was burnt down and no sign of life anywhere. We noted another refuge atthe next village. After repeated knocking at a bar we were told it opens "manana". We are now very wet and cold and move on to the next village where we are told the refuge at the village after this is also closed. However the patron says there are two hotels at Villafria some 6 kilometres away. By now it is getting dark and this is our last shot before we get the storm shelter out for the night!

After a manic hike, with really sore feet, by the side of a motorway we saw the most wonderful sign in the sky - HOTEL, still half an hour walk away. When we arrived we opted for the hostel next door which had a great atmosphere full of Spanish eating, drinking and smoking. We had another minor miracle -an english speaking pirate lookalike who took to us and organised our room. We collapsed in bed, feet aching and completely exhausted. We covered over 20 miles, non stop, up and down in 11 and a half hours.

The following morning we were served wonderful coffee,croissants and eggs and bacon, after which, still the worse for wear, we caught the bus into Burgos and booked into a semi-posh hotel. We are now leaving for dinner opposite and hope tomorrow will be better.

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Miracle on the Camino

For those that believe in miracles, read on. For those that don´t skip this bit. Yesterday we arrived at Viloria de Rioja late in the afternoon, Marion was exhausted and at breaking point and could go no further. I left her sitting on a bench and went in search of the albergue. Having found it it appeared deserted, however I banged on the door and the owner answered only to say it was closed and he was leaving in 5 minutes. I asked him if the albergue in the next village was open and he said no. This meant a 9 kilometer trek which in Marion´condition was impossible. He then said he would take us to the next albergue as he was leaving in the next 5 minutes. We accepted his offer and arrived thankfully and had a beer in the sun.

The following morning Marion felt much better and we set off for a half day trek after sending back more clothes to lighten Marion´s rucsack.

This morning´s walk was so peaceful with no other peregrinos in sight. The countryside was green valleys with little medeival villages a few kilometres apart where we stopped for coffee and sat in the sun beside ancient churches that have stood for hundreds of years. The village of Tosantos dates back to 950, at which time pilgrims were passing through. This connection with the past is intensified as there is little movement or sign of life in the villages we passed through.

As we walk between the hilltop villages we are surrounded by vast open spaces which gives us a sense of isolation and lightheadedness, almost an olympian view of life.

Tomorrow we climb up into the Montes de Oca and this leads onto one of the most difficult stretches of the Camino. In medeival times wolves and bandits, in the dense forest, threatened defenceless pilgrims. We have now stocked with meats, cheeses, cakes and bread for our journey as there is no habitation through the forest.

We are now closing in on Burgos, a historic city with a massive Gothic cathedral where we shall take a cultural break to refresh our souls.

We have now covered 150 miles and are going out to dinner at a posh hotel although we are not sure if the receptionist was trying to tell us we are not dressed properly!

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Thirst, starvation and pain!

Hola! Yesterday on our way to Santo Domingo de la Calzada we missed lunch. Then arriving at Santo Domingo on Sunday, found nowhere to eat dinner. However the albergue was excellent as was the amazing cathedral which we have not the superlatives in our vocabulary to describe. We awoke early as usual and left the albergue at 7.30am and failed to find breakfast. However at 10.30 in a hilltop village we discovered amazing coffee and a wonderful baker, bought some cheese and meats and had a wonderful meal in the hills under the sun.

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Ambling across Spain

All other peregrinos have now passed us. We are alone in the wilds of Spain with only the wildlife for company. Spring is arriving now. The almond blossom is out and we are deep in the wine producing region of Rioja. The best wine we have ever tasted. All thoughts of home and normal life have now vanished. We are in the moment, at one with our surroundings and quietly aware of moving in time and space towards Santiago. Our first coffee in the morning 2 hours from the refugio is unbelievably gorgeous and we look forward to it for 2 hours!

We have the pilgrim menu every evening in a restaurant for approximately 10 euros consisting of all local dishes. As we write we are in a hill top village overlooking the vineyards having a sticky or two before moving on to our next refugio.

Surreally this morning we sang the Camino song with the host of the refugio who is French and 75. It does not get stranger than that´.

Our next stop in Najera.

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Estella

Great time last night in Estella. 20 of us went out for dinner including 2 America friends, Yvonne, a federal marshall, and Jane, a "top-gun" pilot for the US navy, now working for the Pentagon.

We set off this morning for Los Arcos across, stunning hill and mountain scenery, with eagles soaring above and larks singing. The sun was blazing hot and the sky was clear blue. We covered 14 miles on wide tracks thst seemed to go on forever. The blossoms are now coming out as we leave the snowy mountains.

We had a wonderful dinner again this evening and are staying in a very nice Albergue with an Austrian flavour. Breakfast is at 7.30 tomorrow and a possible 30km to look forward to and steeper terrain. Marion is in severe pain and wishes it would all go away, however St.James is encouraging her along.

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Found a computer at last!

Hello everybody, We crossed the Pyrenees to Roncesvalles from St.Jean arriving around 6.30pm. It was freezing cold, severe uphill trekking through snow and ice for about 9 hours. The monestry was very interesting, we all slept in dormitories, leaving at 7am. We are losing track of time, having now covered 75 miles on foot, 15 miles a day. We are making lots of Camino friends of all nationalities and there is great comeraderie between all of us. At around 9.30am we stop for fresh coffee and breakfast. Ham, cheese, bread and olives for lunch. The refugios are clean and modern with excellent facilities. We are now at Estella which you can see on the Camino map. We left Pamplona 2 days ago, what a beautiful city. All the hill-top villages we pass through have been immaculately restored and look like film sets. The walking is severe to hard. Much wine flows and the occaisional brandy. Sadly we cannot put pictures on untill we return.

Jonathon, you would love this walk, We are sure it is harder than Everest base camp. Are you doing a blog for Everest?

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Oh, and another thing...

Another photo from last weekend.

It is snowing huge amounts on the mountain route we want to do and the pass hass been closed so we will have to go along the road which is a huge disappointment for us. We were really looking forward to it.

Two pensioners training in the Peaks

Last weekend we went training in the Peak District, centred in Buxton, which is an amazing place, we have never been there before. Really would like to go again. We were with a really interesting group of people, great company. Our leader, Terry Crosby, is very smart and very helpful and we learnt such a lot about what to do and also a lot about ourselves - mainly that we think we can actually do this!

Here are some photos of our weekend.

Aikido success before the trek

Last Thursday Anthony reached orange belt grade in Aikido. With thanks to Sensei Neal, 3rd Dan, (on right), Sensei Paul, black belt with Hakima and Sensei Ingvar, black belt (not in Picture), for all their help and encouragement this last year.

Adventures we prepared earlier!

Before leaving for the Camino we thought you might like to see a few pictures of previous escapades. Friday week we fly to Biarritz and catch the train to St.Jean, where we stay overnight and leave for Roncesvalles via the Route Napolean. Sadly the Auberge at Orisson is closed for the winter and we will have to cross over in one go, 10 hours continuous walking. This Friday we travel to Buxton, Derbyshire, for a 2 day training session, which should flag up any "leaks". All kit has now been bought, as weight is a major factor, only essentials are carried.

We are both apprehensive and excited as 6 weeks continuous trekking, leaving behind all day to day anchors has a liberating effect. As we are leaving so early we do not expect to encounter too many other pilgrims until Easter. This only enhances the remoteness and vulnerability of the route. Although we heard bears and wolves inhabit the remoter parts of the Pyrenees we are more at risk from angry dogs!

In expectation of crossing the Pyrenees!

More preparation

Art on the Camino

I will try and capture the essence of trekking the Camino with sketches that capture the interest and excitement along this famous route. Marion

Preparation

Preparation and working hard to earn the money!

Getting ready for the trip in Courchevel!