It seems the closer we get to Santiago the more relaxed we get. Apart from some Swiss pilgrims who were travelling in a group and had spoken to some German pilgrims earlier in the week, explaining that the reason they always got to the albergue before anyone else was that they were from Switzerland and therefore better at walking through the mountains. They begun their moving about at 5:30am and started their packing and disturbing everyone else. The rest of us got up at about 8am and went upstairs after packing, we were enjoying a cup of coffee together and went outside to see a green vw minibus stop and pick up one of the Swiss pilgrims, who quickly put her's and another's rucksack into the back and they were both driven off up the mountain towards O'Cebriero. The walk up the mountain was steep and spectacular; I could hear the cowbells in the valley below. After a quick look around the village, and a visit to the church, it was time for breakfast of bacon and eggs, but they hardly filled the hole the short but exhausting climb had created, so I picked up a kit kat to eat as I walked. The walk down was interrupted with a steep climb up almost to the same altitude as O'Cebriero. At 6:15 and over eight and a half hours from setting off this morning I'm in the small town of Triacastela, with my washing in a machine and me down the road having a wine at a local bar and deciding what to eat.
Life is good
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