Thursday, September 19th
Ferreiros
7:05am
Leaving,
it's still dark, and will be until about a quarter to eight. There's stars,
I'm hoping that means no clouds, and in turn, I'm hoping that means a sunny
day. There's dogs in the distance, singing.
later
Walking through many tiny villages. Pena, with the
fountain, Couto-Rozas, Pena
dos Corvos, Moimentos,
Cotarelo Mercadoiro, Moutras, most of them amounting to
not much more than the kilometre markers.
Slowly becoming light.
8:55am Parrocha And a herd of goats is just passing through |
10:50am
Portomarin
Just arrived, and already been asked if we know the way out. Well, no, actually.
GayEnglishpilgrim and SoFitAllAmericanpilgrim are utterly lost.
In need of a coffee, try a bar, but "No!, no!", apparently it's for taxi drivers
only. Then found the Bar Espagna, subtitled Multi-Ciber, with the Internet
down the back, just waitin' for me to check the hotmails. I intend to spend
quite some time in here.
And we get a room at a hotel, the one nearest the Cathedral.
later To the Cathedral, for a look around, and to have the passports stamped. The Iglesia de San Juan. |
a little later
Wanders, and buying
postcards, which I'm studying in detail, they appear to be not quite of
this generation.
A couple
in front of a horreo. There's something definitely odd happening here.
Consider
this, from the 'Pilgrimage Road': I think maybe she's
propositioning him, I mean there's some
not too subtle fingerwork goin' on here. |
12:03pm Chris just bought a Tarta de Santiago, from the Tart Shop, so I've been making crude jokes about looking forward to enjoying a great big tart. |
later
Second bar, and the old guy serving couldn't
quite understand the order. But, he just came to our table, carrying a bottle
of
something,
and poured
some
clear liquid into my coffee. "Pour acqui," he says, which I think
is a local specialty. Something close to 100% alcohol, I suspect. It does
make
the coffee so much better.
The bar chick later tells me it's called 'Augardente'.
a little later
Taking Chris on a 'guided tour' of the Cathedral. The numbered stones from
when it was removed to higher ground in the 50's or 60's; the monsters
eating the sinners in stone, the angry Annunciation in which Mary is obviously
thinking "No!", the Old Testament guys with muscial instruments,
one of which looks like a hurdy-gurdy but it can't be, the sirens, and
wondering
what part of Christian mythology has sirens, aren't they Greek?
Then passing the old men of Portomarin, who seem to have been sitting in the same place since we arrived, all wearing berets, and maybe the continual parade of pilgrims and tourists is a never ending source of amusement. I know it would be to me.
5:05pm
Spent a while outside the Mesón de Rodriguez, chatting to Englishcyclist.
Two strikes already. English and Cyclist. But he's okay, he's almost as cynical
as
I
am.
6:40pm
Wanders, around the town. Through the school, accidentally, finding the other
iglise, the facade of it at least. Then along the river, and back to the
main drag, and a look in a souvenir shop produced a classic. A true classic.
Pilgrim Barbie.
Pilgrim Barbie has a tiny backpack, just like the skimpy-hold-nothing-except-my-jimjams-and-hairbrush
14 year-olds that are now beginning to pop up in the refugios. I suppose
if you're getting a Plenary Indulgence then you may as well get it young.
Sorry, I digress. Pilgrim Barbie also has pilgrim sunglasses, carefully
placed on the top of her head.
Could be improved though, if the Mattel company wants to totally go authentic
on this line of Barbies. Pilgrim Barbie should have running shoes or sandals,
as well as boots, as obviously, if Pilgrim Barbie will need something to
change into once she's reached the refugio. Pilgrim Barbie's accessories
should include a blue t-shirt with a large yellow arrow on it, like all
the recent beginners are sporting; she should have a ski-pole type walking
stick, naturally, and not the 'I Just Found It By The Side Of The Road'
favoured by the Shirley
Maclaine
stuff, but the Leki brand ski-pole. Finally,
Pilgrim Barbie also needs the scallop shell on her backpack. There you
go.
Anyway, apart from the hotel we're staying in, I think that makes a drink in every bar in town. I'm very proud of that.
7:00pm
And the pilgrims just keep rolling in. And lordy, two guys with loaded-up donkeys
just rolled in, complete with dogs at their heels. Then a few minutes late,
Granny Pilgrim, in a brown robe and purple boots, and I have no idea where
she's walked from but she deserves a medal if she's walked from anywhere.
She's with Hippy Pilgrim, of the two walking pole variety, one of which
is decorated with flora collected along the way.
9:54pm
Another Menu de Peregrino. Fairly ordinary, not cowlips this time, but ended
up pissed again on the Vino Tinto.
a little later
Wanders, for coffee, ended up at the same cafe with the penchant for Augardente,
vaguely hoping for a repeat. But no, the game playing was in full swing,
the "I know you are there, I know you are waiting for service, but I'm
pretending I
can't see you" game. Unfortunately the game went on a little too long. Left
the bar. An old woman at the door trying to reassure me that service would not
be long. But feck it, and heading back to the Multi-Ciber.
I feel more comfortable there anyway. Ended up spending yet another half-hour on the Internet. |