The walk was beautiful today through forests. It looks like Ireland in a way. Due to it being small 5 house hamlets with farming it continuously smells like cow sh!t. But still beautiful.

Today I nearly had a sense of humour failure after 12,5km and with no bar but constant rain. Luckily laughter is the best medicine and thanks to my walking mates the moment passed. In German they say “pissig” and that’s exactly the say in Dutch and at some point that’s the way I felt. Relentless rain and sh!tty poncho. However grateful to be alive and to have such and experience.

We are in an awesome albergue with a kitchen today in Portomarín and Robin and I cooked tonight for the six of us. We are now sitting in front of the fire with some vino tinto and Robin and Jonas with beer. It’s cold and cloudy but no rain. Life is good!

At this pace we reckon Santiago on Tuesday!