I left a shell and a message in the huge cairn where people do such things.
So from here is a massive descent over rocks and gravel, very tricky and painful on the knees.
I got almost to the bottom without event and was walking along the smooth concrete of the pueblo when I turned to give a "buenos dias" to an old couple chatting when I tripped on a stone and went flying. Most of the blood in my left leg fell out all over the road and the old couple leapt up to help me. She said something about getting some alcohol and I replied that it was a bit early for me!
Anyway she returned with an even older man who patched me up after squirting various chemicals on me.
At this point a young lad came along who spoke good Spanish and was able to tell them that I was very grateful for their help. I chatted with him as we walked on and asked where he was from. "Hampshire" he replied. "So am I" says I. "Petersfield actually" says Ben as he introduces himself. Well bugger me, I'm from Horndean!" I say; astounded.
It's a small world, eh?
The first Brit I meet on the camino and he lives about six miles away!
Anyway I need to crack on so will update later. Just stopped as wee-fee here (none yesterday) and to let the blood settle a bit.
Photos of sunrise, Cruz de Ferro, my leg, two blokes who camped in a field and got woken by goats and sheep etc
take it easy ol chap, that's 2 falls (and no submissions) to date, and you know things come in threes (or something like that), to lose the blood in one leg is careless but to lose the blood in both is something more of a disaster. (at least you are a pint or so lighter now).
ReplyDeleteDenv Ralph
It's 2012 and it's the Olympics in London.
ReplyDeleteA Scotsman, an Englishman and an Irishman want to get in, but they haven't
Got tickets.
The Scotsman picks up a manhole-cover, tucks it under his arm and walks to
The gate.
"McTavish, Scotland," he says, "Discus," and in he walks.
The Englishman picks up a length of scaffolding and slings it over his
Shoulder.
"Waddington-Smythe, England," he says, "Pole vault," and in he walks.
The Irishman looks around, picks up a roll of barbed wire and tucks it
Under his arm.
"O'Malley, Ireland," he says,
"Fencing."
Hayling Ralph