Visit of the Palas de Rei
The dinner consisted of a soup with potatoes and cabbage stalk. This is the local vegetables. Nowhere do we have such quantities of carbon seen in home gardens as here. For the main course we ate a delicious fish fillet. We could for € 3, - even buy a bottle of wine and are thus drawn into the kitchen of the hostel to hear any football news for Olli and Martin at my radio. At Deutsche Welle, but no current sports news were to receive. At 22.15 clock, we are in the bags.
Throughout the night there were storms and rain. Therefore, it was not a good night. Olli and I have made mobile at 07.00 clock. As we walked around 07.40 clock out of the house while it was dry and partly clearly quite dim but still. Around 10:00 clock I looked at Swift Ferry Dublin Liverpool and we went without rain gear. Olli had put on his poncho again and then realized that probably still hangs up his raincoat in Hospital in the bar. Then it started to rain immediately with wind from the south.
Until Palas de Rei but we wanted to keep. There we have done in a nice, warm bar 45 minutes break. Although the host made a dour impression, but francese baked us a tortilla. In addition there was the obligatory hot drink. After this pause, but it went really begins. For the next three hours, the rain has battered us properly. From the beautiful scenery and the idyllic rural villages, linked by the Corredoiras, we have only seen in the rain swaths something. I later checked irish ferries holyhead dublin.
Shortly before reaching the target days, Melide, it was a little better and the rain subsided. At the entrance to Melide, in the small town of San Juan de Furelos, we were swept by a priest formally in his little church. He handed us two punch in the Credential and kept us a flaming speech in Spanish about the crucifixion vigorous figure of his Church.
The right hand of Jesus points downward, which allows some interpretation. Finally, the priest was very happy about our donation and we moved with new stamps on. Just before the entrance we saw some large granite blocks with name boards of the Orde de Caballeros y Damas del Camino de Santiago.
Then we overtook Ming Neil from Canada and marched rapidly ahead. A Spanish Peregrino helped us to find the hostel. Sorry, there are no longer visible in some larger towns the instructions. Cars standing on the sidewalks or in the forest of signs they are difficult to detect. During this orientation Ming joined us and went to the hostel in order to look at fast Ferry Harwich Hook of Holland.
The hostel was not so dirty and moldy as described in the yellow book. She was just open and unguarded. We have searched beds and visit the premises. The washing machine was galician expensive, the dryer was it acceptable. Washed again we have with plain soap and my clothes I had after 30 minutes back in the dryer. Olli relies rather because the heating elements. We then retreated to the journal writing in a common room in the basement.
There were comfortable chairs and sitting areas with fireplace - but unfortunately without firewood. The cool temperatures have but not mind. A Spaniard, not a pilgrim and not the Hospitalero lay comfortably sleeping on a sofa and was not disturbed by us and also by others who were talking. Sometime it has probably aroused his inner clock, or he was hungry.
