So, we have travelled very far together mis lamparas pequenas. We have had sore feet, we have felt weary, hungry, we have been afraid we would not make it, we have had fights and made up. We have drunk more wine and beer in the last 10 days than I have probably in the last decade - although I'm not sure about that. We have certainly eaten more meat than in many a year. So let's just get this last bit done.
We were up and out of Lires quite early again - and it was another overcast morning.
By this time we were just making up nonsense to keep ourselves entertained. There was a long and very pleasant section on vegetation which had grown over sand at the back of sand-dunes - it had delightful and rather alien looking plants. We fell to discussing Star Trek and the various turns the plot could take. We were pretty sure that sometimes the aliens looked like pretty ladies and Jim fell in love with them. And sometimes it might be that the plants turn out to be the aliens. We tried to think of something new. "I know" says Peter. "What if the numbers turn out to be the people?" What indeed. Hmmmm.
"I'm a sandpiper" said the sandpiper.
We had some more vertiginous cliff walking. Eyes front missy!
More lovely beaches, but I still couldn't be bothered to swim.
Clouds copying each other.
"The Last Hill" he assured me. But was it really? Well apart from the other last hill which was to come.
There she blows. The end of the world.
A lucky chance meeting with Tomas and Regina just as we arrived.
There were touristy stalls out selling end of the world things just before we got to the hotel - selling um maybe shells or something, and trail smurfs. I would have given them some good money for a pair of flip-flops. I even asked. But they didn't have any, and the sales-woman who a moment before had been so interested in us now no longer was. Och well. Peter maintains I never made it because there was some bronze boot that you were supposed to go and touch, and I didn't bother. When I got to the hotel what I did was wash my disgusting trainers which had had another prolonged drenching, but this time really thoroughly. I took them in the shower with me. I scrubbed them and scrubbed them and rinsed them and then I hair-dryed them and put them in a pool of sunlight on the window-sill to dry.
Later we went down for dinner. We were given the "sunset" table. Can you guess? I always find a sunset is improved by sub-titles.
It's possible I had hake again, and it's possible Peter had some little squids. I had clearly had more than him for my first course and the waitress asked him if he wanted another salty dish, which I thought was perceptive of her - and I think maybe salty and savoury are the same thing in Espana. But I could be wrong. Anyway, Peter said no but was there a pudding that would fill him up. I had cheese cake and he had three cheese cheese cake which he declared was the best pudding he'd ever had. And we had some wine. And then we thought we better have some chocolate liqueur again as well.
Aw look he's happy.
Fin.
The next day we were taken in a Taxi back to Santiago de Compostela and our flight wasn't until after 10pm at night. We were just killing time all day and could have done without it, and put in another 9 miles of walking.
My favourite thing was the view from a hill in S de C, which seems a fitting photo to end on.
Cheerios!
