|Stuart on Lantern Hill trail|
It worked out pretty well, actually, as our bodies adapted quickly and we grew our "camino legs" by the end of the first week. And though we averaged only 20 kms (12 miles) per day over the entire 420 mile pilgrimage route that we walked, we were booking much faster than that by the last 150 miles: more like 27-30 km (15-18miles) per day, especially when goal-line fever kicked in the last few days as we neared Santiago.
This time, we are five years older, but in preparation for our Camino in Portugal we are a bit wiser about the process: our packs, fully loaded, are stripped down to the bare necessities and weigh about 15 pounds, without food and water, which will add about 1.5-2 more pounds. That is workable!
This view of Stuart from a few paces behind him brings back memories of the last camino, when this was a most familiar sight during most of my days: Stuart up ahead, with his golden backpack looking like tortoise shell shining in the sunlight.
I obtained some trekking poles, thinking this would be a good idea to help our backs and knees. Stuart outright refused to use them, scorning those "dork sticks" as soon as I whipped them out. He insists that the way he rolls is with a trusty bastone, the Moses staff of ancient tradition, fashioned from a big old stick. He is carrying one here, and tossed it aside as we finished our hike. And I have to admit, having tested out the trekking poles and trying my damnedest to get used to them, I have to agree with him that the bastone is the way to go, so I ended up fashioning one pole into a staff length and I will find a staff when we get to Portugal.
|In front of Santiago Cathedral, a last twirl of my bastone|
before leaving it in the Pilgrim's Office, which I regret.
The bastone carried horizontally is useful when walking on the verge of a busy road, to force the cars to keep a safer distance. In fact, this time I will bring fluorescent orange tape to tie onto the ends of the bastone in traffic, in addition to the hi-vis vests we will be wearing front and back on our fleshly frames! I hear that the drivers in Portugal are even more insane than the ones in Spain, so that totally justifies looking like a neon-festooned freak out there on those roads. It is certainly not all woodland romps on the camino, which is the impression you get when watching Camino videos on YouTube. Of course, pilgrims rarely film the harrowing highway segments of their camino as they are too busy trying not to get killed and, naturally, the road slogs are not as scenic as the rural pathways. You just don't want to remember those hair-raising parts of the Way, but it is good to prepare.
I have rambled long enough on this subject....Ultreaia et surtreai!