We were up and dressed in our damp but bed warmed clothes by 07.00. We headed down for breakfast only to find the place in darkness and the kitchen locked, after waiting about fifteen minutes or so we decided to leave and have breakfast on the road. This plan came adrift when we found the front door also locked, the family obviously lived elsewhere. This is a completely crazy thing to do if there was a fire or any other emergency during the night. The son arrived at about 07.30 and opened up and was not a bit put out when we let him know that we were not happy about being locked in as well as him being late for breakfast. They really have a lot to learn about running a business.
We walked another 3kms to Hospital and had a great breakfast there with a lovely woman who ran the only café we could find. She told us that this was the last place to eat or drink for the next 15 kms so we packed the grub in.
300 mts after this café the route splits, left to Finistera and right to Muxia. We went left.
The day heated up which was a welcome change after all the rain yesterday. The trail today was mainly through woodland and open heath land.
We finally crested a hill and saw Finistera away in the distance. I text Jane to let her know where we were.
Walking down from Alto Pedro was very steep but with beautiful views. We met four Irish guys coming up against us. They had walked to Muxia, then to Finistera and were walking back to Santiago. Pretty much the reverse of our walk. At the bottom of the hill we came to the town of Cee, a beautiful town with lovely beaches. We walked through and stopped at the next village, Corcubion, for lunch and beer at a café overlooking the beach.
We finaly arrived in Finistera in the early afternoon and booked into the first place we saw which was out of town but overlooked the beach.
Showered, shaved, did laundry, changed into clean clothes and headed into town for second lunch and to pick up our Finistera Compostela which is available at one of the albergues in town.
We met a few people we knew as we walked around. Finistera is a typical seaside town, full of shops selling beach paraphernalia, a bit like Tramore or Bundoran.
After lunch we headed back to our room, sorted the laundry and had a nap. Later in the evening we walked to the lighthouse to see the sunset which is a Camino tradition.
On the way to the lighthouse we passed the Kilometre Zero Waymarker, this is the official end to this section of the Camino.
It was cool and breezy at the lighthouse and again we met some more people we had met along the way. Some were burning items of clothing which is also a tradition, it is supposed to symbolise the burning of the old life and the starting of the new. In practice it was probably because pilgrims of old burned items of their clothing that were tattered and lice ridden after the long walk.
Almost sunset at Finistera.
The Germans who had moved my washing in Las Herrerias were there as well drinking wine but we ignored each other. As the evening wore on they got louder and louder and very annoying. Eventually we got a bit peeved and decided to leave and head back to town, there was still an hour left ‘till sunset but it was going to be a long hour.
We had a lovely meal at the docks area on the way back, this was accompanied by copious amounts of wine and topped off with coffee and dessert.
The price will be paid tomorrow but that is tomorrow.