Lady’s Bridge…

Day 22 - Reverse Camino de Santiago to Porto - Today from Pontevedra to Vigo. 

The druids were up early this morning, rustling about with their zips and Velcro straps, applying foot cream and Volterol, liberally to alleviate aching limbs. It’s quite a routine and starts before first light, they desperately fumble about with little lights strapped to their heads, trying to pack massive sacks of beloved belongings. 

This bicigrino just lets them all get gone, and allows daylight to break before I take my turn to rise and shine…in peace!

Today I’m heading down to the little port of Moana, to catch a ferry to Vigo, as I’m not allowed over the road bridge.

It’s hourly, and for only €2.40 dobbers, it’s a nice way to take a break from the saddle.

20 minutes later I was in the big city of Vigo. 

Down by the port.

I passed this fella on the way to work with his Brommie…

I googled what to do and it suggested I walk up to the highest point of the city, O Castro’s fortress…Jeez, just what I need, another bloody hill!! While up there, it did make me wonder how the bloody hell could you sink a ship from here with a cannon…??

From the top, I then googled, where is a good ‘Cervecería’ and set off back down into town.

Iv crowbarred ‘Lady’s bridge’ in so that I can have a fix of Richard Hawley for today’s tune, nice and relaxed.

Endless Art…

Day 21 - Left Santiago de Compostela behind and now heading South to Portugal.

Life always feels sooo much better when the sun shines. Today I’m following part of the ‘Variante Espiritual’, route, 50km south of Santiago de Compostela, so there’s a good chance il ‘find myself’ if I keep vigilant enough, somewhere along the way. 

I followed the river Ulla until it turned into an estuary, and then the open sea and kept it on my right as I circumnavigated the smaller places along the coastline. 

Passing the incredible road bridge over to the Isle of Arousa.

The Province of Pontevedra is located in the world-renowned Rías Baixas wine region, famous for producing premium Albariño white wines. 

I will need/have to substantiate this later…strangely, the vines are supported by concrete posts.

Tonight is in the Pilgrims albergue in Pontevedra, these places are so well established and equipped and have been great so far for €10 dobbers a night.

I found this bloke, it might be art but I suspect drugs played a part in the inspiration…

…and I wish a could have found a big plastic cock to leave with this offering…

UPDATE: Some time later…I enjoyed a drop!

“All art is quite useless according to Oscar Wilde…”

Another Irish band for today, this time it’s Dublin boys ‘A House’ with this cracking track from 1991.

If I Should Fall from grace with God…

 

A lovely cool morning with inverted cloud but a sunny ride for the last 50km into Santiago de Compostela. 

Respect for the Peregrino on a push rod was the order of the day.

On the approach, the crowds gathered and of course the trumpets played and then on arrival at the big church the crowds gathered and the whole area filled up with selfie sticks and self proclaimed praise (mostly American). 

The big fella from the Vatican had flown in by helicopter especially to sign my certificate and a wonderful feast was planned with a meat bingo and disco for later.

Unfortunately, the ‘lines’ of druids queuing to get in the Catholic Cathedral and the mobbed streets put me off a tad, so I headed for the Pilgrims Passport office and got another credential…

What’s another 300km?

I may as well give another Camino a go…the Portuguese route in reverse down to Porto to finish. Within an hour I was heading south and back on some beautiful rural lanes thanks to Velo2…I hope I’m forgiven for not hanging about…

If I should fall from grace with God…

Classic Pogues from the deceased Shane McGowan - RIP owd lad, ur music and lyrics were class!

Shelter from the Storm…

Day 19 - Camino de Santiago Norte route - From Baamonde to Boimorto.

Wet again and up again this morning, with a usual daily visit up to the windmills.

The poncho came on about an hour in as the rain became relentless. I stopped in a few bus shelters and then I stopped for lunch to get a break from the weather near to the monastery at Sobrado. Glad I did as the sunshine came out in the afternoon.

It’s looking like this could the last wet day now as the sun is supposed to be out from tomorrow, fingers crossed.

I’m less than 50km away from Santiago de Compostela.

A bit of Bob gives us the tune for today…here he is live in 1976 sporting a pair of old Y fronts on his head and a wispy beard…

The Only Way is Up…!

Day 18  - Camino de Santiago Norte route from Mondonedo to Baamondo.

The Only Way is Up…Then down 

Then up again…

At least the sun was shining when I looked up and saw the windmills on the skyline and knew I was heading up there on the way out of lovely Mondonedo, and the best 5* modern hostel yet-absolutely top notch.

I stopped to have a word with the local mule and had a last look back at the church’s twin towers before continuing up, up and more up!

I reckon she only married him because he had a big 🐓 cock!

This was today’s earworm as I pumped its little tyres up and oiled its chain…because we both knew…

“The only way is up, Brommie 

For you and me now!”

Great ‘uplifting’ track from Yazz & the Plastic Population from 1988.

Every day is like Sunday…

Day 17 - Camino de Santiago from Navia to Mondonedo in Galicia.

I’m travelling as light as I can so I’m constantly off-loading things that I no longer need, il keep doing this until the end. 

It being Sunday, iv noticed that I’m carting about some ‘Rosemary’ beads that seem to have been pretty ineffective up to now. The nuns in Leon were pretty unimpressed, so was the old Padre in Oviedo and a bloke in a cloak had a look, laughed, and told me they were out of date and haven’t been accepted anywhere since 1972?? WTF?? I’m thinking that when I turn up in Santiago and the top monk sees me rolling in on a Brompton wearing nothing but some out of date, second hand Rosemary beads, he’s gonna think I’m a right tosser!

As I sit quaffing a nice Rioja to ease the old hairy, aching sticks I realise that I have arrived in Galicia.

I went to a lovely beach but as Morrissey quite rightly put it, there’s no fun “trudging slowly over wet sand”

“Everyday is like Sunday

Everyday is silent and grey”

Double whammy for ‘The Smiths’ fans, and the ones that should be…Classic indie from ‘Viva Hate’ at its very best!

Cemetery Gates…

Day 16 on the Camino de Santiago - Norte Route along the coast.

It was overcast but dry at least for this mornings ride, heading off to have a gander at what is widely considered to be one of the most panoramic ceremonial burial grounds in Europe. Perched high on a cliff edge, above Luarca harbour, this impressive graveyard has stunning views out to sea for the dead folk to lie back and enjoy.

Loads more hills again today, they are relentless and I’m still 220km off Santiago de Compostela.

To put it into perspective, when these impressive viaducts go over my head, I have to go down one side then up the other…eat/sleep/repeat!

A quick tally up from Strava shows iv racked up about 500 miles/800km on the Brompton so far.

 

Tonight’s albergue doesn’t look like it’s up to my usual standard!

“A dreaded sunny day,

So I meet you at the cemetery gates,

Keats and Yeats are on your side,

While Wilde is on mine..”

Got to crowbar a Smiths track in on this journey, I’m sure this cemetery is better than the one in Salford, Mozzer!