Galicia loomed when I woke up this morning. This would be the day where I would cross over into the fourth and final state of my Camino. I’ve been out here a little while now but it feels like I was getting off the plane yesterday. Really weird feeling. Still got another 3 weeks to go but it doesn’t seem that long. 

We left our digs in the morning with a 12km walk to Ribeado then another 6km to vilela. 

The rain was holding off but it was windy. Very, very windy. We had some stuff left over from our feast last night so the plan consisted of finding a beach and polishing off the rest of the grub. The beach was the important part because after today there would be no more beaches. 

On our way towards Ribadeo we saw a watermelon looking fruit thing swinging violently in the wind. 

I pity the poor pilgrim that gets taken out by that!!! 

The wind had picked up a bit so once we got to the beach (which was absolutely deserted) we tucked behind some rocks and had our leftover food.

After laughing at some surfers falling in and eating some ham that had been in my backpack for two days we blasted off towards Ribadeo. 

Once we had navigated our way off the beach and up to the top of the cliff the wind had gone into overdrive. As we were walking past a house a bunch of chairs got picked up and thrown against the wall of the garden we were passing. 

A little bit further along there was a telegraph pole swaying in the breeze. We scurried past it and found our way to the final road that would take us out of Asturias and into Galicia. 

As we approached the bridge the wind really started blowing. I personally think it was getting close to hurricane speed. What better conditions to cross a long, old, slightly not level bridge!! 

The footpath had railings on both sides but they both wobbled and the bridge was very high. 

As trucks thundered past a shook the entire structure I was getting thrown from left to right by the howling wind. As I got pushed into the railing on the right I felt the whole thing move. It was all a bit hairy but I pushed through cause I’m ‘ard and tough. 

We got to the other side in one piece and started our journey through the last state. 

We stopped, we drank, I smoked and then we continued to the albergue. 

About half an hour after we arrived the rain started. I looked out towards the valley and it reminded me of that scene in forest gump where it doesn’t stop raining. 

None of that mattered though because I was nice and dry in a warm albergue. 

As I write this blog I can hear the wind howling but I don’t care cause I’m all tucked up in bed. Future Jack might have a problem if it doesn’t clear up by the morning but right now I couldn’t give a toss about him. He’s a big boy, he can deal with it. 

He either has another 20km to do tomorrow or, if he really can’t be arsed, he has a 12km one. Who knows, I’ll let him tell you in tomorrow’s blog. Right now present jack is tired and he is going to sleep.

BUEN CAMINO

P.S Jenny found 3 four leaf clovers within about 10 minutes of each other.

I thought that was weird because I’ve never even seen one. She then found another one.

If anyone wants lottery numbers from her then let me know.