Bodenaya-Campiellu

The day started by being woken up to the sound of pleasant music, followed by a hearty communal breakfast, and to discover our wet and dirty clothes had been washed, dried and folded over night. We said  our farewells to the host and hostess, David and Celia, and headed out into the morning sun. The hillsides were dotted with wind turbines to capture energy from this windy region, and we followed tracks, old and new, winding up the hillside with the countryside  distant mountains and even glimpses of the ocean spreading beneath us. After meeting up with David from High Wycombe we found an open church, but a closed bar, and so continued without our morning coffee. The day continued with old ways past ruined mills on wooded hillsides. We made it to Tineo, a large collection of houses on a promontory, for a delicious hamburger lunch, and continued up the hillsides. In the afternoon we watched rain-squalls moving across the distance, until one of them landed on us and we had to put on our waterproofs for a short time. The paths were clearly very ancient, with ancient cartwheel ruts in the stone paths at one point. We went down to look at a ruined monastery, and after that the day started to get longer as we trudged through the forest, and then nightmare-ish as we came onto roads with cars going by and no sign of a hostel. An hour or so later - about 19:30 we limped into the hostel/bar/shop just before it closed and managed to get a private room in a well equipped hostel, although the connection to the  internet was very patchy. (Not so long ago, we would have been amazed to have any internet at all!)   And so to bed.