Wednesday 10th June Pedrafita do cebriero

Midday: text from Nick Cornwall

Columbus? Armstrong? Scott? Livingstone? Pah! Lightweights!

We have ridden, pushed, had a pack of mountain dogs run a paw over us, tramped up streams, been in and out of mist, rain, cloud and we have made it to O'Cebreiro!
Pooped but perky.

As the book says: El Camino es tempo de meditacion interior, no itenerario touristico. Same for us, only a bit more swearing.

Downhill now to sun and lunch of hot octopus.