After our day of madness yesterday I was expecting us to get up with not only aching, but also weary bones. If truth be told, the legs were a bit stiff, but not excessively more so than usual.
Not having a long day today (you may note the word long has taken on a totally different meaning over these past few days). We had set the alarm for 06:30, but after a considerable time spent on foot husbandry, it was 07:45 by the time we left our hostal.
The first few km took us through Burgos past its beautiful cathedral. As we were both quite peckish we opted for a quick breakfast stop after 11 km in Tardajos. With no accommodation pre-booked in Hontanas, and not wanting to be forced on another 10 km should even the Manger be occupied (we thought a 30 km day following yesterday’s 50 would suffice), we decided to push on at marching speed.
The walk was somewhat boring as both the terrain was fairly flat and the landscape monotonous. We nonetheless had our iPods to accompany us and act as marching metronome. Thus by 12:15 we suddenly found ourselves in Hornilios del Camino.
After guzzling a few isotonic beverages we plodded on to Hontanas. However, this 10 km stretch soon descended into the ´Wacky Races´as everyone on the trail wanted to secure best possible accommodation at the one and only Albergue in Hontanas. Q and I therefore alternated setting a blistering pace, reaching Hontanas in just 1 hr 30 mins – in first place of course.
With a few beers down Q’s neck (mine could only take 1), bodies cleansed and the very sweaty clothes in the washing machine, we are ready for our afternoon kip, which has to be followed by the biggest meal this village has to offer.
Not having a long day today (you may note the word long has taken on a totally different meaning over these past few days). We had set the alarm for 06:30, but after a considerable time spent on foot husbandry, it was 07:45 by the time we left our hostal.
The first few km took us through Burgos past its beautiful cathedral. As we were both quite peckish we opted for a quick breakfast stop after 11 km in Tardajos. With no accommodation pre-booked in Hontanas, and not wanting to be forced on another 10 km should even the Manger be occupied (we thought a 30 km day following yesterday’s 50 would suffice), we decided to push on at marching speed.
The walk was somewhat boring as both the terrain was fairly flat and the landscape monotonous. We nonetheless had our iPods to accompany us and act as marching metronome. Thus by 12:15 we suddenly found ourselves in Hornilios del Camino.
After guzzling a few isotonic beverages we plodded on to Hontanas. However, this 10 km stretch soon descended into the ´Wacky Races´as everyone on the trail wanted to secure best possible accommodation at the one and only Albergue in Hontanas. Q and I therefore alternated setting a blistering pace, reaching Hontanas in just 1 hr 30 mins – in first place of course.
With a few beers down Q’s neck (mine could only take 1), bodies cleansed and the very sweaty clothes in the washing machine, we are ready for our afternoon kip, which has to be followed by the biggest meal this village has to offer.
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