Day 33: Fisterra (Santiago to Fisterra) Dear lord, waking up after at a leisurely 8am but with a stupendous hangover was a sort of oxymoron that I am not accustomed to of late. Having played pool and camped in a bar with everyone for several hours and by some sort of a miracle traced my way back to the albergue I was ready to never walk anywhere again! Without the usual routine of tending to blisters, tiger blaming and massaging my legs and then vaselineing m...

Day 32: Santiago de Compostela (Santa Irene to Santiago) It's only happened! He's only gone and done it! After a solo slog of 23km, I arrived in Santiago absolutely bouncing - I was quite literally a kid at Christmas! On the final 200m into Santiago I don't mind admitting that I was actually quite emotional; this place has been so far off for so long it was just really surreal to be here at last. I think that it was more a matter of finally crossing a finish ...

Day 31: Penultimate Day! (Melide to Santa Irene) I cannot believe that today is the last but one day of the Camino Frances! 29 days ago seems a life time away but at the same time it seems to have passed quickly - the days have all sort of merged together. After another 32km stint, I now have the relatively short 22km walk into Santiago tomorrow. I will hopefully be there by around 9:30 so that I won't be part of a mammoth queue to get my certificate and fina...

Day 30: Festivals and Melide (Ligonde to Melide) There isn't much more that's new to say about the walks, my dears. They're long, when you're not next to a road they're beautiful and they seem to go on for bloody ever. That being send, apart from the strange pins and needles in my right thigh I am FINALLY injury free; ironically I've ended up with less injuries than when I started...With that in mind I am pleased with the progress I am making now, I am consist...

Day 29: A River of Bodies (Ferreiros to Ligonde) Compared to yesterday, the Camino was a calm and temperate stream of bodies, today it is a seething, frothing mass ofshiny new rucksacks and glistening walking poles. Everyone is told that the volume of people picks up after Sarria but the difference is night and day - you are literally weaving through people all day. Apart from the sheer number of people the biggests differences are that there are lots of fam...