Before setting off to St Jean Pied de Port to start my Camino, there were a few things that worried me. The feet one has been raised before – (just a note on the state of my feet – they are doing great right now, still tired, but just tired, no blisters or sores!), I was also worried about not being able to find anywhere to sleep … with a week to go the ‘It’s so busy in July and August, you’ll have to race for a bed’ hype has been totally disproven. Even without reservations I would have been able to stay in town or village of my choice.
My biggest concern, not a worry, was that the litter created by thousands of pilgrims would make it like walking through a giant basura – municipal tip! Spain, for anyone who has driven or cycled much here, is a pretty filthy country when it comes to roadside trash. Bottles and tins of water, soft drinks and beer/wine are biggest polluters. Cigarette packets also blight the landscape. However, much to my surprise, and excluding the urban sections, there has virtually zero litter. Excepting the masses of tissue paper that, as mentioned in an earlier post is like a back up waymarker, I can hardly remember seeing any deliberately discarded pilgrim trash. Just the occasional shred of wrapper from something and the odd water bottle, more likely dropped by accident than jettisoned. Well done peregrinos you have done the Camino proud. Whether this is the Camino population being more environmental or the clear push to be cleaner and greener by the regional government, it is certainly working. The Camino is a beautiful, natural place, often a wilderness, and as pilgrims we are just passing through. It is our duty to leave it as natural as possible for all the plants, critters, birds, lizards and all the elusive larger wildlife. I saw a piece of street art/graffiti on an underpass that sums it up. ‘Leave nothing but footprints, take nothing but memories’ …. here, here.
As for today’s walk… this was certainly the toughest day since Day 1 to Roncesvalles. 18km uphill to the Galicia frontier. In that 18km there were over 900m of vertical ascent. O Cebreiro was at 1286m! Add in the heat and some pretty tough surfaces underfoot, and I am one very tired pilgrim tonight. The views at the top made sure the all the sweat and effort was well worth it – that real top of the world feeling. I head further into Galicia tomorrow and hopefully see my first horreo.
My Long Walk 2019 