06/Agosto/2008 C redo have now crossed the threshold of absolute monotony. Wake up at 5:30 as usual breakfast of fruit and chocolate Migel. Leave almost all I expect is the sunrise. The start and 'painful, bloody right ankle does not give me respite, San Juen de Ortega is 12 km from here, and an elevation of around 400 m completed at least a couple of times (there are two up and down). Not meeting anyone, just a few cyclist hurtling into the steep slopes and in the subsequent deadly arrancherà edge (see photo). Not bad today, I am in San Juan de Ortega and go "okay." I use ice and disinfect their bladders. From here, the villages are really all very close ... Ages 3, 7, 2.5
Atapuerca where will I eat 'a sandwich (about 12) then 5 countries in 20 Km A steep ascent from Atapuerca (famous archaeological site) to a desolate mountain, bare and barren. The ground hurts a lot in the soles. From here you can do nothing than go on a road to Burgos and his (infinite) edge. Well then.
Go down the hills, after the local airport for Tortosa roads that cut through fields of wheat in the middle of the harvest. The indications are there, but are often conflicting, and I sap the morale a bit. Fila smoothly anyway. Within a bar, water and ice to his right ankle. Across the road and I lie in 'grass. I take care of a little foot and ankle. Allotment, and 'late, I'm sweaty, sore, and I know that I wait an hour and a bat walk at a brisk pace (which are not able to sustain).
I have a group of six Germans behind me, and I am really very heartening. Do not see them, but I see the factories, people who take buses, and factories, workshops, capenteria Huan, mattresses and ... Then finally a fountain of water, bars, stores, houses, things, people walking. Now I have someone who knows that the pace and 'almost at the tip of my cane slips on the pavement of the sidewalk attracting the attention of passers-by but now I go ahead with the sole aim to arrive early. A few days ago I realized you can send home a few pounds between shoes and clothes. Correo, mail center ... It 's half empty, has compiuter discarded and are not operating ... Wow, just beautiful. I need a albergue hours. Adding to the center, near the cathedral. 2 km ahead. Meeting a boy of Torino, Simon, looking for an accommodation for his night journey to zero. We walk along the road (a little trial and error) that will lead us' to rest. Migue I think he will sleep in hotels, there 'place, of course, in a sport palazzatto after 22:30. Dell'albergue shower in the barracks, there is also a sign, fence for the pilgrims, I smile. Dinner. In the "chatter pilgrim" I find that about seventy boys Padovani 15-18, are a few steps along the way, they also sleep in deportivo de Burgos. Game of soccer. 23:00 we can occupy the field and while someone is 'already' fallen asleep under the pines in the stands or outside the glass doors of the complex. A rule
there 'so much noise, many Russians, few speak ... It's nice to land, no mattress or blankets provided. € 3, is a bit hot but I felt much, much worse than the last time I looked at the hours were 00:50 and someone did not want to learn to plant and let the others ... domire
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