It was hard to leave the albergue this morning. I was very tempted to stay one more night – but then, I would have been pressed for time and I still had to deal with my knee problem. I left late. The temperature was climbing up to nearly 104 Fahrenheit, with often no shade. It was a mistake. But the route was spectacular. It was recommended by the author of my guidebook, Raimung Joos, whom I met just by coincidence in Santiago. I followed his recommendation and did not regret it.
Last house at the beach of Fisterre
A donkey being shaved
The way between Fisterre and Muxia is walked in both directions. Therefore, the shell points to the ground. An arrow shows the direction to either to F or M. I liked this symbol, as it told me “you are right where you are right now.” I also liked the many snails, as I felt like a snail this day.
The bay of Avela looked so gorgeous that I decided to walk the steep path down. Originally, I wanted to jump into the cold water, but the currents were too dangerous. It was peaceful down there, with only the many seagulls as my companions.
Bay of Amela
Bay of Amela with seagulls
Every shade was a relief in this heat.
Hórreo and an abundance of Hortensie
Very close to Lires, I arrived at the Bar del Playa with the gorgeous view to the bay. Resting there from the heat of the day and having a cold drink was a pure treat. When I arrived in Lires, people were greeting me not with the usual “buen camino” but with “mucho color!” The heat was even too much for the Spanish people.
Bar del Playa
Having dinner with a new Maleen
