Today we walked up, and up, and up. It has probably been my favourite day so far, finally away from the roads and up in the mountains. The views have been amazing.

The uphill today was way worse than the Pyranees. I wonder why they don’t warn about you that.

We met a young German guy who was waiting for his father. He was complaining how he’d been waiting almost two hours.

We left him to it and stopped for a rest in a town called O Cebreiro which was at the top of the mountain. We sat down and a bus load of tourists came along. We got outta there quick smart.

After that there was even more uphill. I was struggling up a steep hill and stopped to take a breather.

‘Shit this is hard,’ I said to Mike.

Just at that moment, the young German lad ran up the hill past us with his fully loaded backpack. He couldn’t have timed it better. We both stood and stared at him in awe.

A bit later on, we met him again. He told us how his father had been nagging him to wear a hat but he didn’t want to muck up his hair.

I took a closer look at him, and he was pruned rather neatly and dressed trendily, not in walking attire. Oh well, who am I to judge. I can’t run up hills.

Finally his father came along and sure enough, started having a go at him about not having a hat. So I told him the sun can damage the scalp and cause him to go bald. This had him really worried. Mike and I had a good laugh about that. Wouldn’t be surprised if we see him wearing a hat tomorrow.

At the top of yet another steep hill we ran into and English guy and an American girl. I asked if they’d started at St Jean. The Englishman said she had, but he was doing it for the second time.

‘The second time in a row?’ I asked.

‘Yep. Started in April, walked over 2000kms so far.’

‘Ah. I’ve heard about you,’ I said. ‘Everyone’s talking about you. You met a girl and decided to do it again with her.’

‘Yep, that’s me.’ He said.

So funny how word gets around the grapevine.

Tonight we are staying in the same alburgue as my sisters did. I read Lynda’s blog where she mentioned fun social night so I thought, I’m in.

So… it was a fun social night and I’m now pissed. Good night everyone. Big day tomorrow.

Ugghhh I hate it when my silk sack is being awkward. Goodnight.