Category Archives: Vlad vs World
Day 9 – Negreira to Olveiroa
Today was a test of endurance. It rained and it was foggy all day long. It rained the kind of rain that makes you want to sit in bed all day long and just read, knowing that tomorrow will be … Continue reading
Day 8 – Santiago to Negreira
Back on the road. Back with a bottle of white wine at my side, this time in the Spanish town of Negreira. There’s a guy next to me right now doing the same thing I am only in pen and … Continue reading
Day 7 – Santiago
I write now from the secondary entrance of the Hotel Parador of Santiago de Compostela. The building which now houses the hotel was first opened, more than 500 years ago, as a hospital mainly for the pilgrims coming to the … Continue reading
Day 6 – O Pino to Santiago
Today I reached Santiago. The sun was hidden behind a thick blanket of clouds and the occasional drops of rain mixed with the tears of pilgrims seeing the sign welcoming them to Santiago. I timed my arrival in order to … Continue reading
Day 5 – Arzua to O Pino
So far I have successfully strayed towards smaller albergues, with rooms of 6-12 people. However, I now find myself in a huge, 120 places one, surrounded by a much larger assortment of random people than before. In the kitchen, people … Continue reading
Day 4 – Palas de Rei to Arzua
Today was a long day. I walked for more than 30 kilometres – around 7 hours. The last couple of hours were really intense, the pace increased, making sure that there would still be an albergue with available beds waiting … Continue reading
Day 3 – Portomarin to Palas de Rei
As I drink the last drops of a bottle of wine, I notice that the intense pain in my legs has turned to a rather pleasant tingling. This is good. I have developed a rather close relationship with my feet … Continue reading
Day 2 – Sarria to Portomarin
After waking up in Sarria, the real journey started. With a backpack now weighting around 10 kilograms, a pain du chocolat in my stomach, a carefree mind and an eager spirit, I started trekking towards the next waypoint, Portomarin. The … Continue reading
Day 1 – Santiago
I now write from an “albergue” in the Spanish town of Portomarin next to a kitchen where 5 French pilgrims are having a wonderful argument about whether to skip dinner or eat it as it is, dry and dreary, having … Continue reading
Leaving
Under a sickle moon I leave my temporary bedroom, first of many, behind, and head for the airport. The bus is filled with more nationalities that I can probably recount at this time of the night. It’s funny how a … Continue reading