I walked alone today to heading for As Seixas – It feels good walking alone and I have established a good rhythm and have been wearing the much admired rain kilt! Clearly rules of sartorial elegance are somewhat different along the camino ! I decided not to push the kilometres much today as I still felt a bit weird from my day off resting. I was definitely coming to though – in the morning I noticed the terrible state of cleanliness at O Cadavo – left over food piled high on a plate greeted me by the kettle in the early morning. Yuck! Those genial men need a female eye around to ensure the ambience does not get spoilt by grubby habits.
I arrived at the Municipal Refuge in As Seixas, dripping wet and early- the hospitallerios are never open before 1pm. Luckily there was a deep sheltered porch where I was able to sit and drink a warmish coffee from the vending machine. The rain slaked down. Eventually the small rather tough looking lady arrived and let me in. I was delighted with the beautiful interior, polished cement floor with underfloor heating, a balcony right next to my chosen bunk with a completely glazed wall where I could sit and read Emily’s kindle after a hot shower and warm up.
In the evening I met with a lovely couple Maria and Marcos and Mark – an American man travelling with his daughter who had chosen to study in Europe and whom he missed terribly – hence the walk. Her name was a gaelic one, hard for me to fix in memory – something like Arwyn meaning peace. She had no dry clothes left and so came to the bar in her dad’s clothes! I only have a pic of Maria and Marcos but I hope one day to hear from the American two.