Two and a bit weeks in and I am having my first not so great day. I was woken way too early from a deep sleep and never really recovered.
I had to take a long detour along a busy road after I couldn’t find a shop open. The track was boring and the landscape never changed.
I was woken again after I fell asleep in a bar. This was after another huge lunchtime carb fest.
My shins groaned all afternoon from the road walking.
There was a donkey pulling that!
The only saving grace was having a long chat with a retired American guy, who is also planning to spend three months walking the entire length of NZ later in the year.
I am in a small village called Reliegos, which is 26km short of the city of Leon.
It has one bar run by a madman and one shop with less food than a supermodel’s pantry. The albergue has a good kitchen but there is no damn food to cook in it.
Floor anyone?
Small town Spanish food sucks in my opinion. I am so sick of bread, cheese, chips, ham and tortilla. Everything else is slaughtered in oil. The vegetables in shops are not fit to be sold. I guess it must be the climate. Canned veg is not a great nor cheap alternative.
I will be in Leon tomorrow where there is a Burger King. I wouldn’t normally eat that crap, but tomorrow I probably will. It’s famous on the Camino for being the first American fast food restaurant since France. I will happily jostle with the home sick Americans for something exotic!
For me, the food is the worst aspect of the Camino. I like some variety and there isn’t any. My yearly cholesterol quota has been blown away in two weeks. With the carbs I am eating, if I wasn’t walking 30km a day, I’d be a candidate for the biggest loser.
Everything else is great. Just find me a sushi bar!