Day 18: Staggaring towards Leon (Moratinos to El Burgo Ranero) Today was walking the featureless Meseta for another 29km. Since stepping out of our albergue we had a down pour of rain to contend with followed by a scything wind that would literally make you stagger sideways. Progress was painfully slow due to the headwind and we walked much of today in utter silence, choosing to listen to music with our hoods wrapped tightly around our faces instead. When ...

Day 17: Halfway Babaaaaay! (Carrión de los Condes to Moratinos) This morning it was absolutely lashing down and I mean lashing down! I had my anorak hood done up so rightly around my face that for most of the walk I felt as though I was looking out of someone's belly button. After another fairly unimpressive 28km walk through the Meseta we arrived at Moratinos, sore footed and perhaps a scoach grumpy. My mood was not improved when I volleyed what I thought t...

Day 16: Deeper into the Meseta (Boadilla del Camino to Carrión de los Condes) Following another night of profound snoring from a delightful but rotund lady, I woke up in a stinker of a mood this morning. In fairness, the woman is very pleasant and at an age where I would guess that she's 60+ I applaud her for walking the Camino on her own. But putting that aside her Tommy gun-esc snoring was unbearable and I woke up wanting to kill someone with my beautiful ...

Day 15: A Slow and Painful (Hontanas to Boadilla de Camino) Having lounged in a pool the previous day I felt my muscles were refreshed and springy as I set off this morning. With a slightly squished banana lining my stomach we set off. The walk today was relatively flat except for a short and steep ascent and decent after Castrojeriz; a cappuccino at the start fuelled us enough to get to the top of the mountain. The view from the top of the mountain (Mostela...

Day 14: The Dreaded Meseta (Burgos to Hontanas) As our municipal albergue saw fit to set off a 'rise and shine' alarm at 5:30 this morning we were off and out at our usual time of 6:30. Compared the the tourist thrum the previous day, Burgos now seemed silent in comparison. Its narrow feet echoed our foot steps and walking pole clicks as we made our way out of the silent city. As today is starting the much dreaded Meseta I have opted to wear my Nike trainers ...