Sarria – Sandiago di Compostella
114.4km, 8hrs 56mins, 2258m total
climb
Woke up in our
little pension in Sarria. We got ready to leave and were confronted
with the first hindrance of the day. The day before we arrived wet
and hung our clothes in the drying room, but the whole place was
freezing cold and our clothes didn't actually dry. Never mind, we
thought and put on our damp clothes thinking that probably we are
going to get wet again or if not the clothes would dry off anyway
after a few km.
We went downstairs
to the garage where our bikes were parked for the night and were
confronted with the second hindrance of the day. Greg had forgotten
to change his brake pads and as his brakes were metal on metal there
was no way we could have started without him changing it. Panniers
off, tools out – it's time to change some brakes. It actually only
took about 20 mins, but it was still a delay and we knew that it was
going to be a big long day.
Anyway, we started
and everything went well...for the first 30km. We had a quick
sandwich stop somewhere along a foresty A road. When we got back on
to our bikes Greg noticed that my front tyre was going flat. Our
first puncture ever! Hindrance number three, time to change an inner
tube. We stopped at the side of the road, took all my luggage off and
turned the bike upside down. Another 20 minutes job and the corpus
delicti was eliminated – a tiny metal bit of a truck tyre.
We continued
through the Spanish countryside and got more and more into little
roads that we shared with the pilgrims. And there were so many all of
a sudden and all seemed to be American. Interestingly, when we stayed
at the pilgrims hostal a few night back we found out that as a walker
you can receive a certificate (proving that you walked on the St
Jacob's Way) if you walked the last 100km which means you need to
have the pilgrims booklet showing stamps from places 100km from
Santiago. As a cyclist you need to do 200km. As soon as we had hit
the 100km remaining boundary to Santiago, the amount of pilgrims we
saw multiplied several times. There were so many that it was
difficult to navigate through them on the roads coming out of the
smaller and more popular villages. The country roads were all set up
for them, every few hundred meters there was another auberge, another
café. Disneyland for pilgrims. Suddenly it just all appeared to be a
big money making machine and those people had little in common with
people like Michael, the Swedish pilgrim and even Lothar who were
telling us about these 'Bus Pilgrims'. We also started to see a
suspicious amount of buses with tinted windows.
It must be like
doing a marathon and then in the last kilometer a load of new runners
join in and to cross the line with you, getting the same medal!
Still, at least
there were not the same fair weather cyclists happily doing the last
200km, or at least we didn’t see many.
We really expected
the route into Santiago to be paved for the last few kilometers, with
ever increasing Compostella paraphernalia but exactly the opposite
was true. The cycle route was terminated at a big roundabout which
each direction led to a motorway. We were forced onto the walking
route (which we always avoided as it was rough and busy) but even
that got confusing and the signs stopped. There seemed to be several
ways into the actual city centre, like a river delta. We made our own
route on a smaller road after trekking through some rough roads.
We had booked into
a Holiday Village just outside actual city centre, so we decided to
go straight there and leave the grande finale until the next day.
The Holiday
Village was huge, probably 2-300 rooms, all in small granite
bungalows with maybe 10-20 rooms in each. There was a refuge for
pilgrims right at the top as well, which would have been bunk beds,
but we decided to pay the little extra to get a proper room! 35 Euros
per night.
We found out that
dinner was at 7.30 so had a look around beforehand. It was obviously
a big project and must have been huge in it's day. They had two huge
restaurants, a shopping centre and several other small boutiques or
stalls on another level of the complex. All were empty apart from one
restaurant, a café/bar and the laundrette.
The restaurant was
self-service menu-del-dia. Awesome. 3 courses and bread and water for
9 Euro each.
We stuffed our
faces before a group of about 50 school kids came in and we took that
as a cue to leave. We planned to get up and look at the city tomorrow
so had a quiet evening and sorted our stuff out and enjoyed the
comfort!
| Time for new break pads |
| Old and new... |
| Finally we are on the way |
| Our first puncture in 3000km |
| There it is! It's a metal truck tyre thingy! |
| Quick espresso stop at a busy pilgrim's café |
| Greg's legs are getting bigger and bigger... |
| ...mine too! |
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