With four days left of walking, my dad and broher both have blisters on their feet. Yet, as the novice, I have none. Last night in Sarria, my brother and I played cards with two guys the same kind of age as us from Korea, so every game was slightly different to what we were used to.
My lack of sleep was not particularly helped last night as a woman in the next bunk to mine was vomitting into a carrier bag, quite loudly, and Spanishly....
Today I woke up quite ratty due to a complete lack of energy, and breakfast could not come soon enough. As we arrived, we greeted a Canadian guy who said straight away "Don´t go round that corner; there´s a dog that just bit my ass." We did not go round that corner because we were terrified of the Canadian-eating pooch. Just after breakfast we met a pirate looking guy from Madrid called Nacho, who was a children´s book illustrator and was absolutely tanking it. As we were walking with Nacho and talking about our life stories, we passed the 100km to Santiago marker which is in photograph one. The day was completed by rolling into town called PortoMarin like the three blisterteers and Málin. The town was built on a man-made lake and we are now settling down for a siesta followed by a walk round the town and football in the pub. You are now suitably updated on where we are.
Until whenever
Will :)
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