Our Egypt Adventure – Part 1

Here’s my chronicle of our recent trip to Egypt, in March 2024, which I hope you will enjoy.

Setting the Scene

Visiting Egypt has been a dream of mine and, over the years, Marti and I have steeped ourselves in Egyptian historical fiction, movies, guidebooks, and traveling King Tut museum exhibits. Having spent the winter months in Cyprus, Cairo was just one easy further step south and going now made sense.

Marti and I flew from Larnaca, Cyprus to Cairo on Egypt Air on March 22nd, for a ten-day tour. Our friends and veteran travel buddies John and Alyce, from San Diego, flew in later that day from Rome to join us.

Practicalities

When I started planning the trip last summer, we acknowledged the tremendous logistical and cultural challenges Egypt presents and decided right away to work with a tour company. This proved to be a very good decision, especially after the Oct. 7th Hamas raids and the ensuing Gaza warfare, although we never felt at increased risk.

We did our research and selected Egypt Tours Portal to organize everything, which they did very well. They arranged drivers, guides, our Nile River cruise ship, museum and site tickets, and most meals. One payment to them covered everything except tips, gifts, a few meals, booze, and international flights. We were very satisfied with the service they provided.

The four of us had a van with driver and a guide at our private disposal. Although we had a prearranged itinerary, we had the flexibility to customize each day’s activities and starting times. The drivers were great, the vans were air-conditioned, and the guides were well-versed and very kind.

The van and driver notwithstanding, the roads in the areas of Egypt we visited were generally in horrible shape. Rough, pot-holed, and in poor repair. There were serious speed bumps everywhere, for example, flanking all intersections, so braking, crawling over them, and reaccelerating repeatedly made for an unpleasant ride after a while.

Driver behavior, especially in Cairo, was crazy. Where lane lines existed, they were mostly ignored, even on freeways. We shared the road with all manner of non-automotive vehicles: donkey carts, tuk-tuks, and small motorcycles with as many as six riders crammed on them. Egyptian pedestrians are also world-class jaywalkers, with a “go ahead, hit me” attitude, which matched drivers’ “OK, maybe I will” attitudes.

In Cairo, roadside billboards were everywhere and at night they were lit up like Las Vegas. There were huge electronic signboards advertising all sorts of stuff that spanned the entire 12-lane freeway. Yet, Egyptian drivers seemed concerned about sparing their headlights and turned them on only sporadically at night!

Our visit occurred during the Muslim holy period of Ramadan. As you may know, this is when the faithful may not eat or drink anything from dawn to dusk. Normally, I would not have scheduled a visit during Ramadan but I didn’t realize that its dates change year-to-year. It had minimal effect on us directly as the tourist industry goes 24 x7 but some shops were closed, some menus were reduced, and we felt a bit bad about eating lunches, for example, when we knew our guide was eating nothing.

Nearby hostilities notwithstanding, tourism was up and it was crowded at most of the sites we visited. The weather was in the 70s-80s and nice. We experienced one sandstorm, in Aswan, which blotted out the sun but didn’t interfere with our activities.

Egypt recently experienced some serious inflation (Americans don’t know squat about real inflation) which resulted in an exchange rate for us of 50 Egyptian Pounds to 1 US Dollar. It wasn’t quite carry-your-money-in-a-wheelbarrow time, but it meant we were getting 2,000 or 3,000 EGP from an ATM at a go and handing out 100- and 200-EGP tips (expected for just about everything) like candy. It puts a big wad of bills in your pocket and messes with your mind.

Our itinerary included two days in Cairo, fly to Luxor, spend six days cruising between Luxor and Aswan, and finally fly back to Cairo for two final days.

Arrival in Cairo

Marti and I flew into Cairo airport, where we were met in Arrivals by an Egypt Tours Portal rep who walked us through getting visas, clearing customs, and picking up our luggage, and then introduced us to our waiting guide, Ahmed. He took us out to our van, and we headed off around Cairo to the Giza plateau area and our hotel, the Hyatt Regency Cairo West. The hotel grounds were like a military compound, with two security checkpoints in the driveway (along with the ubiquitous speed bumps) and a bag scanner inside the front door. Hooray! We were in Egypt!

The Hyatt was nice, and we appreciated the unIslamic availability of cocktails and wine in the bar. Several large, loud tour groups were also staying there, making us keenly appreciative of our private tour arrangements. Our friends John and Alyce arrived a few hours after we did.

Marti particularly like the cellphone towers disguised as palm trees.

Ahmed and our driver collected us the next morning and we were off to see the Pyramids! The day’s schedule was The Great Pyramids, the Sphinx, lunch at a local restaurant, jewelry store shopping, and the Saqqara Step Pyramid.

All the sites we visited are essentially national parks. They were complete with large parking lots full of cars, vans, and tour buses (very chaotic-seeming at first but actually quite fluid), modern ticket offices, bag scanners, lots of armed security staff, and QR-code-reading entry turnstiles. And, oh yes, lots of tourists.

At each site our guide whisked us through/around lines and security, handed us pre-purchased tickets, and ushered us into the site – very nice, indeed.

Here are a few photos from our visit to the Giza Pyramids:

The pyramids and Sphinx were amazing! We couldn’t quite stop smiling, just being there at last.

The Great Pyramid of Khufu (aka Cheops) standing since 2570 BC, filled the sky and two other adjacent pyramids stood beside it. We declined offers to go inside them, given what we’d heard about the steep and claustrophobic decent/ascent leading to not much to see. The Sphinx was smaller than imagined and located in a pit, so not what I expected. Still, it was cool to be there. Lots of these things, like the Sphinx, were largely buried in sand in the modern era and had to be excavated to be seen whole (more amazing Egyptian engineering feats).

The pyramid complex is quite a large area and, whenever we needed it, our van magically appeared to take us to our next stop. After a few hours, we headed out for lunch at a nearby restaurant. The food was typical Mediterranean fare but pretty tasty. Ahmed kept a watchful eye on us and paid the tab.

A note about drinking water: we were advised to use bottled water for drinking and brushing our teeth, and we did so religiously. We also avoided unpeeled fruits and vegetables. The tour company provided each of us a half-liter of bottled water at the start of every day. Happily, the result was that none of us came down with King Tut’s Revenge.

After lunch we went to a jewelry shop. These planned shopping stops are interesting and provide a commission for our guide. This stop brought us into what was a modern, well-appointed and well-lit store behind a very modest facade, with a very welcoming staff. We were plied with cups of hibiscus tea and given a pleasant, but hard, sell. Marti and I both spent a bit of money on gifts for others, but  we forgot to haggle. It was an interesting experience and not too mercenary-seeming.

Our final stop of the day was the Saqqara “step pyramid” site, which was 30-minutes away down really awful roads and through some dirty, poor neighborhoods I found disturbing. Dumped trash lined the road and a canal, side roads were not paved, and the buildings were ramshackle. The difference between my personal circumstances and that of the people outside the van was profound. I would not have liked to make that journey alone.

We noticed quite a lot of buildings, everywhere, that were unfinished or never finished. For example, a 3-story building would have a fourth floor that was just cement columns and rebar sticking out of its top. We weren’t sure why, but in some countries an “unfinished” building isn’t taxed, so never technically finishing construction keeps the taxman away.

In Saqqara, we visited the Step Pyramid of Zoser which was the first major tomb to use a pyramid shape and durable materials, and set the pattern for the pyramids that followed

← It looks like John just realized he was standing on the trap door to the secret crypt below! This was our first tomb visit and our first exposure to hieroglyphics.

About the site vendors: The exit from each park-like site we visited was through a gauntlet of vendors. This souk featured salesmen who would step up and almost block your way, waving dish towels, table cloths, tee-shirts, statues, etc. trying to get you to stop and buy.

All were adept at sizing us up on the fly as Americans and switching their sales pitches to well-spoken English. Some of them were children; there were flocks of 10-year-old boys hawking refrigerator magnets, for example. “Six magnets for just one dollar” was a familiar cry. We politely said No Thanks and kept moving, and occasionally our guide intervened if necessary. After a few days, we kind of braced ourselves for the onslaught when leaving a site; it was tiresome and not the best final memory to have of a place.

Many vendors didn’t take No for an answer and you had to repeat yourself over and over again (even in Arabic, the basics of which we had learned). In fact, I noticed that many Egyptians we dealt with had a selective inability to hear the word No. For example, this kind of exchange was typical: “Do you want a dessert” – “No, thank you” – “Good, I’ll bring you a dessert then”.

Engaging with some of the younger kids, perhaps out of compassion, was a mistake as it often caused others to swarm you. Our guide had to shoo some folks out of the door to our van at one stop, in order to close it.

And that concludes the start of our exciting visit. Tomorrow, we fly off to Luxor, the mysteries of southern Egypt, and our Nile cruise ship. Join us in my next post, Part 2, for the continuation of our journey.

Day 47 – To Santiago de Compostela

O Pedrouzo to Santiago – 20 Kms, 27,570 steps

My final day started out damp and foggy and there were a lot of us out in the predawn darkness, walking using headlamps, cell phones, and flashlights. Conversations were hushed but there was definitely a sense of anticipation in the air, an an extra bounce in our steps. A few more hours and we’d be at the end of our long walks!

The first sidewalk marker in Santiago

I was walking through areas and towns that I remembered now quite clearly from 2019. In Lavacolla, I stopped at a cafe and ordered a sandwich to go. I was given a bocadillo so large that I had to fold it in half to get it into my backpack! Mount Gozo, with its sprawling summer camp-like pilgrim housing (closed in October) is still impressive. Everyone was stamp-happy, filling up their Pilgrim Passports with stamps at every opportunity.

Front half of my Pilgrim Passport

We finally had to break out the rain gear when it started to drizzle mid-morning but it didn’t last long and the temperature was mild. The Camino stellae guiding us counted down the kilometers as Santiago drew ever nearer. I was never walking on my own today, and I could often see 20-30 pilgrims ahead of me.

Officially, I walked 779 kilometers from Saint Jean to Santiago. My iPhone says that came to 1.22 million steps over 47 days! I lost about 15 pounds doing it but came through it without any serious injuries, which I credit to my training and preparation. It wasn’t as cosmic an experience as my first Camino; despite walking with some very nice people for extended periods, I felt much more alone this time. There were moments of “Camino magic” but nothing like those on my first Camino. These differences are down to me, I think, the result of changes in my expectations and outlook. The post-pandemic world is a different place, after all.

In front of the Cathedral in Santiago
The coveted Compostela

I met a surprising number of pilgrims along the way who were walking their second, third, even fourth Caminos. One likened it to going to their beach house each summer. This time I wanted to walk the complete route, Meseta included, taking no shortcuts and no taxis, and I did it, but this one will definitely be my last Camino.

My friend Marti from Paris joined me in Santiago and we enjoyed some fine Galician meals over the weekend. We went to mass in the cathedral, which has one of the most ornate altars I’ve ever seen:

No shortage of gold leaf and silver here

Now we’re back in Paris where I’m enjoying being lazy. And so, my dear readers, I will bring this installment of my blog to an end. Thank you for following along, and for encouraging me. Cheers.

Day 46 – To O Pedrouzo

Arzua to O Pedrouzo – 18 Kms, 27,001 steps

I’m at O Pedrouzo, my last stop before Santiago. I left Arzua this morning before dawn and had a pleasant, if sometimes damp, walk along fog-laden farm roads and country lanes.

Chilly fog dampened the morning

I walked for about an hour with Barbara from Alaska, whose husband is bicycling the Camino Norte route. It was interesting to talk with someone from Alaska and to get her view of “lower 48” politics. Unsurprisingly, she felt pretty insulated from a lot of more recent developments.

A piper serenaded a donkey and us

The horde of pilgrims has stretched out but I’m rarely alone. Tonight there’s a palpable sense of anticipation in the cafe terraces.

Not everyone survives the Camino

So what has it meant to me? I’m going to enjoy the satisfaction of the achievement, of course. But this has been a much more solitary Camino than my 2019 jaunt, and I haven’t experienced quite as much Camino magic.

Eucalyptus trees, an invasive species

It has been great to do it again with better prep and in better shape; just not having to deal with physical pain (blisters, stress fracture, etc.) has made this hike a much nicer experience. And I’ve enjoyed much better weather this time, too. However, I’m quite certain this will be my last Camino.

10,000+ bottles decorate Tia Dolores’ Beer Garden

My New French Girlfriend, Marti, is flying in to join me in Santiago tomorrow night, so I’ll be busy, and I want to take a day or two to process my feelings before making a final Camino 2022 blog post. Look for it in a few days.

Day 45 – To Arzua

Melide to Arzua – 14 Kms, 20,761 steps

Given the short distance to Arzua and my lengthy walk yesterday, I decided to take it very easy today. I slept the deep sleep of the exhausted, then I got up a little later than usual, had a good breakfast, and didn’t leave Melide until 9:00 AM.

Progress!

Once again, I had a cloudy, cool start and then it warmed up and the sun came out. It was 54 F when I left, so I wore a long-sleeved tee-shirt and a windbreaker. As it warmed up, I shed the windbreaker and later rolled up my long sleeves. When I arrived in Arzua, it was 64 F. Does’t seem like much of a temperature change, does it? Well, there was fog in the morning and the humidity went way down by midday. And, I was going up some long and steep climbs, which definitely warms you up.

Early morning onlookers

There was a crowd of pilgrms around me when I left Melide but it had stretched out and dissipated by 10:30. It was hard to tell if the national holiday was affecting cafes and bars along the Camino, as many were open.

In case you missed the other yellow waymarking arrows

Another pilgrim and I were talking about the one thing we all tend to gloss over when we look back on our Camino: this is hard. It’s hard to walk this distance every day, and many of the ascents and descents are really tough. Then there’s the weather. No matter what anyone else tells you, this is a difficult undertaking.

After reaching Santiago, a lot of pilgrims carry on to Finisterre on the Atlantic Coast, another 88 Kms, extending their Camino by 4-5 days. I’ve never been interested in doing that but, more importantly, I’m not sure I could do it. I’m using up just about everything I’ve got in the tank to get to Santiago.

A welcome sight: the Arzua sidewalk markers
Public art, “The stars of the Camino”. Kevin Costner, maybe?

Despite my efforts to take it easy, I still arrived in Arzua at noon, and had to wait an hour before I could check into my hotel. I waited over a cafe con leche, watching cars, locals, and pilgrims go by on the main drag.

It’s really starting to hit me now: the day after tomorrow I’ll be in Santiago! Has it really been 45 days? I’ve got 18 Kms to O Pedrouzo tomorrow and I imagine there will be a collective sense of anticipation from my fellow pilgrims on the Camino. Just two more days!

Day 44 – To Melide

Airexe to Melide – 22 Kms, 32,077 steps

My walk to Melide was long but the weather was just about perfect. I left in the cloudy, pre-dawn darkness and didn’t see another pilgrim for an hour, which was very nice, given the crowds of the past few days.

Pleasant shaded lanes

Tomorrow is the “National Day of Spain”, a big national holiday here. They’re celebrating Columbus discovering the New World, resulting in Spain becoming an economic and military powerhouse. I’m told lots of stores, schools, etc. will be closed. Some cities even have parades. How this will affect pilgrims remains to be seen.

Public art encouraging pilgrims to proceed

The path took me through small towns and farm fields today, alongside busy highways, and through underpass tunnels. Generally, the path surface has been smooth, packed dirt and dried mud or crushed stone. Nonetheless, “my dogs are barking”, i.e. my feet are taking a hit from all the kilometers. I’m using my bag of footcare essentials daily to ensure that my feet will get me to Santiago.

Grain storage building, designed to keep vermin out

I’m recognizing a lot of places and landmarks from 2019 as I go along, and it’s fun to “fill-in-the-blanks” when I encounter them. It’s also surprising how much I do, and don’t, remember accurately.

Someone’s “finca” (estate), tucked away in the hills

One of the nice Camino traditions is that any bar will refill your water bottle with tap water for free. They’ll do it even if they sell bottled water.

Shady lanes are nicer once the sun comes out

Melide is a larger town with a main drag, and all manner of trucks pass right through it. It really needs a truck route around town. The main street has one roundabout and, while I ate lunch, it was entertaining to watch big freight tractor-trailers negotiate it. Then there was this, which happened right before my eyes:

Here’s the front third…
… and here’s the back third. The driver could steer the rear wheels.

I stayed at an albergue with private rooms, the same one I stayed at in 2019. I saw a couple there with their medium Schnauzer, and I remember seeing them alongside the path with the dog earlier in the day. The dog hadn’t looked happy. At the albergue, they were tending to the dog’s foot: he cut a foot pad on the path. That’s an interesting challenge if you bring your dog along on the Camino. I wonder how they proceeded.

Tomorrow is a short 14 Kms to Arzua. Santiago draws ever nearer. Only three days until I reach it.

Day 43 – To Airexe

Portomarin to Airexe – 18 Kms, 23,488 steps

I was amazed when I opened my blinds this morning to find that it was not raining, and there wasn’t even any wet pavement to be seen. So much for the forecast! I quickly redressed for a dry, even warmish start, and headed out with the pilgrim horde at 8:00 AM, 35-minutes before sunrise. No need to worry about seeing in the the dark: the line of pilgrims was continuous from my hotel, through town, across a bridge, and up into the hills.

The pilgrim horde on the march

It was quite pleasant for about an hour, then just as I stopped at a handy cafe, it started to rain. I was able to put on my poncho under cover without hurrying, which was fortunate.

It rained pretty steadily for an hour, drizzled for another hour, and then was damp and misty. Nonetheless, I got the full steam bath effect under my poncho and was completely soaked. However, the pilgrim horde was reduced and spread out, my feet were dry, and the hiking wasn’t too bad. I’m very glad it’s over now but it could have been worse.

The scenic Camino path

What a wide variety for rain gear I saw! Everything from the expensive over-the-pack ponchos like mine to trash bags. Some pilgrims could have been in real peril if it had rained and turned colder. Of course, maybe they planned to call a taxi in that case. I admit the idea came to my mind this morning at least once.

Onlookers

I’m amazed at how inconsiderate pilgrims can be. From those who stop right in the middle of the path to consult their cell phones, to those who wear their dripping wet rain gear right into a bar or cafe, they remind me of one of my mother’s favorite questions: “Were you brought up in a barn?”

My Caldo Gallego lunch

Airexe is nothing more than a bend in the road, with an albergue and pension, and a bar. But it’s just the right distance between Portomarin and my destination tomorrow, Melide. I stayed at the pension here in 2019, so a reprise was good strategy. Since then, the pension has made improvements including adding vastly better WiFi.

You won’t see this in the US: a 2-yr old at the bar

Tomorrow is my last long walk, 22 Kms to Melide. It’s generally downhill and a pleasant walk. The weather (if the forecast is to be believed) will be cloudy but dry. Only four more days until I reach Santiago!

Day 42 – To Portomarin

Sarria to Portomarin – 22 Kms, 30,840 steps


The weather today was spectacular and most of the path to Portomarin was just lovely. It was an idyllic Fall day in many respects. It took me six hours, with 40 minutes of breaks to get here, which was what I estimated.

Here they come

The glut of “pilgrims” was amazing though. I ran into a woman I met the first week of the Camino and she called today’s crowds a “real shit show”. It’s Sunday so perhaps that aggravated things.

Almost immediately this morning I encountered what I think was an elementary school class trip, with parents and kids with matching day packs, on the path. Then there was the town shortly thereafter where two tour buses unloaded 80 high school kids and set them loose on the path.

My least favorite of them was the kid with a portable boom box in his backpack, blasting rap as he walked. People walking with poodles and dachshunds, we had ‘em. With 9-year olds? Yep. With the old and infirm? Yes. It looked a little like Disneyland at times.

Even the cows joined us

This was in addition to the other real pilgrims just joining in. As you can imagine, every cafe and bathroom for miles was overrun. I didn’t eat at all until 10:30. And the newbies had awful trail manners, to boot.

Onlooker
Camino fountain and rest area

We crossed the 100 Kms-to-Santiago point and it was a popular photo stop (also known as a “choke point”).

99.5 Kms – I’m down to double digits

At last, after a really ugly, long, paved road descent, I arrived outside Portomarin and enjoyed the sight of the long bridge into town.

I enjoyed the bridge…
…but not the 60 steps! Is this a thing now?

Portomarin was having a local fiesta and the streets were full of booths, vendors, and people. And pilgrims. This was quite a contrast to the other towns I passed through that were closed up tight for Sunday.

Famous Portomarin fortress/church

Portomarin is similarly overrun with pilgrims and high schoolers, but perhaps things will thin out with tomorrow’s rain.

Actually, it’s supposed to start raining here in about an hour and continue on and off overnight. I’m prepping my rain gear and will forge ahead, come what may. I kind of prefer leaving in the rain, with the opportunity to gear up at the hotel rather than in a rush along the side of the trail.

I have 18 wet Kms to walk tomorrow, to a little crossroads called Airexe. My photography tomorrow may be limited by the rain. Only five more days until I reach Santiago!

Day 41 – To Sarria

Triacastela to Sarria – 18 Kms, 26,307 steps

Today’s walk started with a steep climb out of the valley, resulting in some beautiful views of the area ahead.

Misty valleys below me

As we left town, the Camino divided: left to Samos and 25 Kms to Sarria, or right to San Xil and 18 Kms to Sarria. Despite the guidebook’s hyping of the “more scenic” Samos route, I turned right and it was plenty scenic for me.

Pleasant leaf-strewn lanes

The weather was cool and, if not for the extensive descents, the walk would have been perfect. However, as we descended that enchanting distant mist became the cool, damp fog that surrounded us. Rain gear wasn’t called for, but I kept my windbreaker on far longer than in recent days.

Fog cut the visibility

We passed through several small towns, which were pretty quiet for a Saturday morning. Not many cafes were open, despite the pilgrim traffic.

After four and a half hours of walking, with a 30-minute break, I arrived in Sarria.

Well-marked route through town

The Camino path winds through town, goes up a hill, and then goes up this 62-step beauty:

At the top is another steeply inclined street to climb to get to the albergues and hostals. What a way to end a day of walking, with a figurative kick in the teeth. Sheesh.

View from my hostal

I’m in the very nice Aqua Rooms Sarria hostal, and there’s no nautical or swimming pool theme, so the name’s a mystery.

As mentioned earlier, Sarria is 110 Kms from Santiago, the minimum distance required for a pilgrim to receive a Compostela, the sacred document of achievement. So it’s here that tour groups and others looking to do the minimum join the Camino. The Brierley guidebook even has a paragraph asking pilgrims who started much further away to look kindly on these short-distance walkers.

“Light” 11% wine

I mentioned earlier that some restaurants generously give you a full bottle of wine when you order the Menu del Dia. Not so fast! I’ve just noticed these are often bottles of something called “Light” wine, which clock in at only 11% alcohol content. Interesting.

Tomorrow’s walk is a long 22 Kms to Portomarin, with a 200-meter climb in the middle. The weather is forecast to continue to be nice. Cheers.

Day 40 – To Triacastela

O Cebreiro to Triacastela – 17 Kms, 31,197 steps

Today’s walk promised to be “mostly downhill” and much of it was on nice wooded paths with friendly walking surfaces. However, it was not without its ascents and my legs, still tired from yesterday, were sluggish by the end of today. There were also long descents that punished the toes and knees.

I’m unreeling the kilometers

I’m filling in a lot of my memories from 2019, places I remembered but not where they were exactly. At my halfway point cafe, a huge tour bus pulled up and disgorged 40 German tourists, who were then given the option of getting back on the bus or walking some of the way on the Camino. About half of them chose to walk, further clogging up The Way in an already very busy season.

Beautiful view back across the mountains

That kind of thinking won’t serve me well starting tomorrow, when I arrive in Sarria. It’s the town just outside the 110 Km requirement for receiving an official Compostela (Camino completion document) in Santiago and is where a lot of short-distance walkers and tour groups join in.

The weather continues to be glorious and the Fall colors are appearing. There’s a low chance of rain a few days next week but I hope that will disappear.

Local government has had many dry stone walls along the Camino rebuilt

Earlier I saw the German lady with her dog Alma (not Greta, as previously reported) and she was about to take a taxi to the next town because there was no place here that would take a dog overnight. She’s also reluctantly flying back to Germany from Santiago; a first for the dog and requiring the purchase of a big “air kennel” for her. It turns out that buses and trains in Spain do not accept dogs as passengers. Seems like a key piece of pre-trip research missed.

Mist-filled valleys seen from above as I descended today
Onlookers

A lot of my 21 Kms today was along lovely shaded lanes, perfect for walking except for the relentless downhill slope that was killing my toes and knees. I have to use my hiking poles to take some of the load, and take really small steps, which slows down progress.

Lovely shaded lanes

My room tonight at the Pension Complexo Xacobeo costs two Euros more than last night’s room and is twice as large, with first-class fixtures and amenities. I shall sleep well tonight and recover a bit, I hope, from my journey to and from O Cebreiro.

Sometimes when the Camino goes through a small town, we’re walking on roads used by farm animals. This means that the pavement is often splattered with stuff you don’t want to step in and you have to be vigilant while walking. The aroma is pretty bad, too.

Civic art in Triacastela
The front of one of my favorite beer taps

Tomorrow is the start of my last week on the Camino, just seven days to go. As we get closer to Santiago, as I remember it, we’ll all anticipate the finale, and all loads will become lighter. Cheers.

Day 39 – To O Cebreiro

Trabadelo to O Cebreiro – 17 Kms, 27,146 steps

Wow! Today was hard. The flatish part of the morning walk went by quickly but the rest was really difficult. The distance is deceptive, climbing 900 meters added about 1-1/2 hours to my walk. I was all right aerobically but my legs are so very tired.

A gaggle of onlookers in La Portela

I got a pre-dawn start and walked pretty quickly through three small towns. After an hour, I had a snack in Ruitelan. The weather was great and I was walking mostly on paved roads or shoulders. The path wound around beneath some of Spain’s excellent “flyover” motorways.

The motorway in the sky

I walked a little bit with the German woman walking with her Dalmatian. She seems pretty responsible and has good command of the dog, Alma, who appears to be enjoying herself.

Alma loves to eat raw carrots

Finally, I got to the hard part of the path, which left the road to descend to cross a stream, then went up. And up. And up!

Rocky surface, lots of flying bugs

The path surface is a mix of rocks and dirt, but so steep that use of my hiking poles was mandatory.

Typical: I climbed up this part…
…only to find this part awaiting me

Horses are available for rent in one town so that pilgrims can ride up this trail to O Cebreiro. The horses apparently know the way and it’s all sort of automatic. The owner collects them at the top. Unfortunately, the horses crap all over the trail. So, in addition to the steep grade, the clouds of gnats and flies, and the uncertain footing, walking pilgrims have to dodge large, fresh deposits of horse shit. Delightful.

I came out of the woods and soon reached the little town of Laguna and, mistaking its outskirts for O Cebreiro, set myself up for bitter disappointment when I found I had another 30 minutes or so to walk.

Camino path users going the other way

Interestingly, a rancher on horseback came along behind these cows and admonished me not to take their picture because it would upset them. Of course, I already had and they didn’t seem to notice.

I did eventually make it O Cebreiro and, though I was sweaty and tired, I was in so much better condition than when I arrived in rain and fog in 2019. After checking into my lodging and showering, I went out for lunch: a bowl of the Galician specialty, Caldo Gallego, a tasty soup of beans, potatoes, and turnip greens. I have officially entered the region of Galicia.

My first bowl of Caldo Gallego this year

Don Elias Sampedro was the parish priest who, in the 1980s, revived a moribund Camino by traveling the country and painting the yellow directional arrows that guide pilgrims to this day and are now a symbol of the Camino. He’s buried here and his grave has become something of a shrine:

Tomorrow’s walk to Tricastela is a bit longer, 21 Kms, but it’s almost all downhill. Tomorrow will also mark one week until I reach Santiago.