So I am off again. 90k to the end of the world. Had a great last night with Martin, whom I will probably meet again in france. But did not get to say goodbye to most of the lovely people I met, but that is also part of the Camino.
So, I left town early and started walking, following the known yellow arrows, now pointing to finisterre.
It was supposed to be a 20k walk, and I am happy that Neil caught up half way. We bar hopped our way through, and sat down at 22km even though it was just supposed to be 22k at max. So when I saw it was another 8km Neil said I was limping too much and should take a taxi. It took a while but he convinced me. So I cut short by 8k and was actually happy I did.