The end of the Camino – sort of.
Before leaving Santiago we decided to do the touristy thing: a day coach trip to Finisterre, or Fisterra, or The End of The Earth.
In Roman times Cape Finisterre was once believed to be the end of the known earth – hence it’s name, meaning the end of the earth.
For Norman (aged 80¼): Cape Finisterre lighthouse
About as close to the End of the Earth as you can get
This is a popular tourist spot – everyone wants to visit the End of the Earth!
The sun was beating down in all it’s gloriousness, drenching the azure sea with it’s rays. The weather just couldn’t have been better.
Rob in posing mode
A few more photos from our day trip to the seaside:
The Rio Xallas is the only European river that flows into the sea via a waterfall. This is that waterfall. Cool eh?
Typical Spanish Niche cemetery
The longest Hórreo in the world. Probably.
For Norman (aged 77¼): another lighthouse
Rumbles of disquiet in the ranks
So that was our trip to Spain, it was good – although not tough or challenging….apart from on the very hot days. We finished the Via de La Plate Camino which had been a lot of fun, very interesting, and quite uplifting in a funny, kind of way.
Many who do the Camino routes are pilgrims in the religious sense and they clearly get a lot out of completing the journey. I really is a religious experience for them.
I found many of the churches (when they were unlocked) to be beautiful inside. It wasn’t unusual to find a pilgrim on their knees, praying in one of the open churches on the route.
There are some who travel a Camino because it’s something that’s currently ‘in vogue’. These folks sometimes use baggage courier service to carry their heavy stuff from overnight stop to overnight stop.
We met loads of lovely people, saw some wonderful sights – both natural and man-made, drank loads of fizzy beer (or in Rob’s case, fizzy beer AND wine), and ate some wonderful food.
Like I said, it was good….although I’m undecided as to whether I’ll do another Camino – there a loads!
There are a few reasons for this indecision:
a) The walks aren’t particularly challenging – in fact there’s often significant amounts of tarmac.
b) They’re becoming commercialised – I noticed a significant increase in the levels of commercialisation from when I started walking in Spain in 2014, to date.
c) Bloody Brexit. If BoJo and his band of followers get there way it’s going to make European travel messy, to say nothing of losing our entitlement to healthcare in Europe.
Also, nothing embarrasses me more, as an Englishman, when I have to explain the folly of ‘the will of the people’ to folks who think we’re quite barmy.
They’re right, of course – but I try hard to point out that I only have half a dozen or so friends who voted ‘Leave’….or at least admit to voting that way, and that our electorate was so blatantly lied to by ….well, I won’t go on, I’ll just get a headache.
Let’s just say there are a lot of gullibles out there….although there are some (two friends in particular) who have a perfectly valid reasons for wanting to leave – and that is absolutely fine.
Anyway…
Then we went to Portugal, but that’s in the next posting.
