Another beautiful day on the track, starting out in mist with the sun slowly burning it into oblivion.
Wet muddy tracks through the forests were a pleasure to tramp in, even up the steep hills.
Though the markers aren't every KM, its exciting to see the numbers clock down slowly.
We are seeing alot of cast off shoes tshirts and trousers along the paths - blow outs or people who have just said stuff this!
The last 100 km is heavily populated by new walkers. I was prepared, and have to keep any ego in check as we greet or see them. Fancy new shoes, clean sneakers, tiny day packs, clean clothes, brished hair, make up!! All signs of folk who are new. And here we trudge, ragged ( Morgans pants are in tatters - no kidding, I patch them every second day) our boots are held together with tape and glue and hope. I know I look a wreck and am just plain exhasted, regardless of the sleep I get.
A lesson we have learnt this late in the Camino, and sadly not tonight, was that if we are not happy with the Albergue or surrounds, we should move on and find the next place as its sure to be much better.
This is a name and shame. Hospital de Cruz has an Allbergue ( Gov run one) and a bar with a pension. Both are shit.. With a capital S. No wifi at either. Right beside the busy road - so noisy.
Don't get me wrong, we have had some awesome pilgrims menus along our trip, made with love. Sadly, as I am sure some owners have worked out, the pilgrim is a transient bunch and never likely to return - so it doesnt matter if the food is good or bad. Some places have tried really hard to be the cheapest, nastiest and serve the most digusting meals, but this place takes pride in the worst food and service on the Camino.
I understand trying to serve alot of people is busy. But seriously. Its high season. You are going to be busy every night.Don't have one person on the bar and as the waiter. It took 2 hours to be seated and our order taken. No menu, just spoken, which is ok.
No vegetables or salad in sight. The spagetti was soggy and limp, watery commercial tomato sauce was dumped onto and some very questionable meat pieces - which I suspect said croak - or moo or baa but it was hard to say... Were frugally sprinkled atop. Vomit.
Chicken pieces were next. I have tonsay, I've never seenthose cuts before. Perhaps it was cat or toad. But it was fatty, deep fried to within an inch of its life, the meat dry and unrecognisable.
I won 't even enter a discussion on the desert, which for the kids is a deal breaker.
So we returned to our hovel Albergue, no shutters to close off car lights, street lights or the still shining sun. No blankets for the freezing night. And all of us teetering on top bunks. Hideous.
But as we ssy. Tomorrow is another day.
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