Descent to Triacastela
It was a night for the snoring symphony: the person who invented earplugs deserves a Nobel Prize. Then it was the Early Morning Ruckus in our dorm- so at 5.46am I gave up and got up!
That meant I did walk with the sky pink with the dawn. The weather was quite fine to start with and the views beautiful,
I did know this time that yesterday didn't mean the end of the climbing. There were two more steep little grunts- the biggest one up to Alto de Poio. I think it was easier that I knew it was coming.
Once up to Alto de Poio, we became more exposed to the weather. The wind had come up and it was quite cold; and it was trying hard to rain but mainly it was drizzle. It was time for the warm layers in my pack to be pressed into use again. I love walking in these conditions much more than in the heat- reminds me of home.
In fact the whole hilly Galician landscape reminds me of home, except we don't have the stone walls.
It was a pleasant day's walk and the sun even managed to shine as I descended lower. Passed through several farming villages, and saw many grey stone houses with slate roofs.
Starting to re-see a lot more people who are walking at the same pace as me which is nice.
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