Day 12: Redondelo to Pontevedra (19km)
June 2, 2019
211km completed - 64km to go
211km completed - 64km to go
We had been staying in a private albergue which offered a €2
breakfast of coffee and toast, starting at 6:00am. There were more than a dozen
people in the dining room at 6:00 but no sign of anyone to make the coffee and
toast. He did turn up and we were on the road by 6:50. We walked through the
town, past the municipal albergue that we had stayed in eight years earlier. It
was full then and it was full again last night.
Out of town we were on paths and minor roads for some 3km
until we came onto a main road which looked very familiar. It came back to me
that eight years ago the route was very unclear at this point and we spent some
time discussing options with a group of peregrinos from east Asia. We got it
right then and there was no confusion with the arrows on this occasion.
We eventually came to the small town of Arcade. Eight years
ago we hoped to get breakfast here but were out of luck. With the increase in
peregrinos we now had number of options, but we had already eaten breakfast. We
used Café Acuna as a pit stop however and had our credencials stamped there.
I remembered the next part very well. We crossed an old bridge,
passed a picturesque horreo and then started climbing. Once away from the
tarmac of the town much of the initial climb was over bare rocks. Further on up
among the trees we came to a refreshment/souvenir stall. A number of people had
stopped and we did too, for a cool fruit juice and a stamp on our credencials.
| Pauline waits for me at the top of a rough climb |
The remaining 7km was mostly downhill which made a pleasant
change from yesterday. The question, “Why are we doing this?”, no longer arose.
On the climb the occasional runner passed us. Now seated at a water tank
enjoying a snack the runners started to stream past. They were on a charity run
from Vigo to Pontevedra, raising money for a cancer charity.
It was an enjoyable day but we had walked about 19km and were
tired when we reached Pontevedra. Unusually the pain in my feet didn’t
disappear with a shower and the best I could do in the evening was walk to a
restaurant. I had hoped to wander through the centre of Pontevedra where I
recall having enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere of traffic-free streets and
squares, with people strolling in the sunshine or seated outside bars and
restaurants among the many beautiful ancient stone buildings.
We spent the night in a private albergue (Aloxa Hostel). Age was again
acknowledged as we were put in an alcove of the second dormitory, with two
single beds on one side for Pauline and myself, and two bunkbed units on the
other. Later a few others came into the dormitory including a young couple with
a baby less than a year old. When they arrived, the mother had been carrying
the baby in a sling and the father was carrying two backpacks, one at the
front. | A proliferation of scallop shells |
| A busy morning on the Camino - entering Arcade |
| Roman Bridge at Arcade |
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