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Day 41 – Ribasar to Santiago de Compostela: Last leg(s)

Wednesday 7 October 2026 – The weather forecasting apps we had access to gave us no real help when it came to planning when to leave on our final walk into Santiago; the chance of showers varied from 40% to 60% for the whole day, which wasn’t helpful for our particular needs. So we did the default: hand our bags in to be collected just before the 8am deadline and head for breakfast. I packed my sun hat in my suitcase, on the basis that I was sure I wouldn’t need it, extracted my poncho and put that in my backpack, on the basis that I was pretty sure I would.

Diego served us a good, albeit slightly unorthodox, breakfast (avocado, anyone? Yes – me! Ed) and made the effort, when we left, to point us at the best route to follow to get us back to the Camino, which involved walking on roads whose existence Google stolidly denied. As we set out, it was impossible to work out what the weather would do (although it was possible to work out that there had been rain overnight).

We walked the non-existent road to rejoin the Camino trail

and rejoined the flow of pilgrims.

The first point of interest was in a small village called Rúa de Francos, where one building had been embellished with a couple of murals,

but where, of more interest historically, could be found the Gothic stone cross of Francos.

This is described in a nearby info board, translated by someone whose first language was clearly not English as: “one of the oldest and most unique stone crosses in Galicia (15th century), a popular imitation of the Gothic crosses, which was emphasised by Castelao in his work, The Stone Crosses of Galicia (1950). It stands out due to the apparent simplicity of its carving and the archaic shapes of the main image which depicts Christ crucified, accompanied by the figures of two pilgrims, reinforcing the link to the Portuguese Way”.

Nearby was another sculpture,

by local artist Camilo Seira, possibly honouring a local horse fair, the Feira de San Martiño, which occurs every year in November and is a long-established Galician event, dating back to the 16th century.

The sun actually began to emerge, which was very good of it, as (a) it lessened the chance of rain and (b) created the chance of a couple of cracking images.

The Camino route took us into a village called Ameneiro, where Jane spotted this horreo.

Apart from simply being an imposing construction, it’s interesting to note that it is/was a double decker, with storage below and above the rat proofing. Presumably the lower deck would be used for storing firewood or some such non-edible resource. We’d done a good 6km by this stage, and there was what appeared to be a café by the wayside which appeared to be open.

We looked in, and at first I thought we’d made a mistake, as there was all sorts of stuff inside.

Further examination showed that there was a (very unusually appointed) counter with a coffee machine and a nice lady behind it,

and so we had a coffee and looked around at some of the amazing things in the place.

By this stage (about 10.20), the sun had come out strongly, to the point where I wondered if my decision to leave my sun hat in my suitcase was the wrong one. In any case, it was pleasant walking along the path.

I should note (because these things are important to me), that we’d been walking steadily uphill ever since we rejoined the Camino. It was never horribly steep, and there were a few little dips, but the overall tenor of the route was gently but relentlessly uphill. There was a fine example of the usual “if there’s a choice, the Camino is the uphill one” scenario.

The highest point of the day was a village called O Milladoiro, where there is a chapel, the Capilla de la Magdalena tucked away among all the modern apartment blocks.

Mary Magdalena is regarded as the “fallen woman” – a repentant prostitute – in the Jesus saga, although there’s no biblical basis to support this view. In any case, this chapel definitely had her portrayed as fallen.

Also in O Milladoiro was a coffee stop at the Casa da Cultura. We refreshed ourselves (yes, I did have a beer, as I needed something by this stage to buck me up a bit) in front of a mural of Rosalia de Castro over the first line of one of her poems,

“Sing if you want to, in the language I talk”, encouraging the use of Galego.

As we left, we noted that in the few minutes we’d been taking refreshments, the sun had disappeared and it had quite significantly clouded over.

We walked on and caught sight of what we thought might be the towers of the Cathedral at Santiago.

Could it be? Paging Mr. Samsung and 30x magnification on the phone….

Yup. Looks like it. About the same level as us; but there’s a down and an up between us and it.

The down passed a highly-decorated lavadoiro,

and a shack which had definite pilgrim connotations, although exactly what they were is anybody’s guess,

and led down to the Ponte Vella de Arriba, a historic bridge over the Sar River.

Apparently recently restored, it forms part of the route connecting A Coruña and Lugo (the old Royal Road) and was originally built in the 16th century and renovated in the 18th century. It was also the point at which our online map – and John Brierley – showed two route options, one pretty straight, the other wandering about. Brierley (and common sense) indicates that the straighter route is the better option, but The Powers That Be had clearly decided against this, as the arrows only pointed at the other route. We resolutely set our faces against this and followed our online map. Whichever route one follows leads up once more and into the outskirts of the city of Santiago,

which, as you might expect, are not that rewarding to walk along. Particularly unwelcome was the start of some rain, but it exactly coincided with us passing another café, so we stopped in for another coffee. When we left, the rain had gone and the sun had returned – a lovely piece of serendipity.

Slightly off the route is a park which offers a viewpoint over the cathedral, so we headed that way. As we entered it, I had a powerful sense of déjà vu – was this the park from which I’d flown a drone for aerial photos when we were here after the Camino Francés? I was sure I was until I saw the view, which is very striking,

and I couldn’t remember having seen it before. As we walked through the park, though, I once again became more sure that it was indeed the place I’d used to launch the drone (I checked later; it was). These days, there’s a new sculpture there,

and the view from slightly further on gives a good sight of the two Mayan-influenced spires of the Cathedral cloisters.

We exited the park by the 100 year-old Sequoia tree

and took the southern approach to the cathedral which is the traditional route in from the Caminho Português. This passes the tiny Capilla del Santo Apostol

where (legend says) St James’ body was laid to rest awaiting his final burial. It’s a short step from there to the South Gate, the traditional end point, and typically the site of a vast queue of punters waiting to get into the Cathedral. We then made our way round to the Praza do Obradoiro, where one sees the famous view of the cathedral.

There was an unusual sight in the square;

this is part of a protest about rent regulations in Spain, which had been sparked off by the high-profile eviction on 23 September this year of an 87-year-old, María del Carmen “Maricarmen” Abascal (who, we read in the press, died today in hospital). We noticed a large number of people sitting in the square, facing the cathedral,

something which is also part of the same protest.

As part of this Camino, we’d treated ourselves to a stay at the posh hotel on the Obradoiro square, the Parador Dos Reis Catolicos, the oldest hotel in Spain.

Founded in 1499 by the Catholic Monarchs Ferdinand and Isabella, as the Hostal dos Reis Católicos, it was a Royal Hospital to provide free medical care and shelter to weary pilgrims completing the Camino de Santiago. The building operated continuously as a hospital and refuge for over 440 years. In 1954, following the relocation of the city’s medical facilities, the historic complex was transformed into the luxury hotel we were lucky to be staying in. Today, it stands as one of the world’s oldest continuously operating hospitality sites. Having checked in, we went to complete the staffwork for our Camino, which involves going to the pilgrim office a short walk away, and queueing up

to get our Compostelas (free of charge) and distance certificates (€3 each).

OK, the distance shown there is 634km from Lisbon. The dedicated (or masochistic) among you who have read through all of the entries for this Camino will know that we didn’t walk all of the stages, as the weather was too murderously hot in late August and early September. So here are the stats about what we did do.

  • Walking actual Caminho stages: 543km
  • Total distance walked since we started the Caminho on August 28: 651km
  • Total distance walked since we left the UK: 677km

So, we skipped about 90km of Caminho stages, but did around 108km of sightseeing en route, plus a further 26km of sightseeing in Lisbon and Sintra. And we both did all of this walking, I’m pleased to say, in sandals (with no socks! – Ed) which is probably the closest we will ever get to the Authentic Pilgrim Experience.

Another statistic: In the 46 days since we left the UK, we have drunk 326 cups of tea.

So, that’s it, then. We’re here, and we have a whole day tomorrow to relax before going on to visit friends in other parts of Spain and then returning home. This is the last entry for our Caminho Português, which has been a great experience which we hope you’ve enjoyed reading about in these pages.

Huge thanks are due to Caroline at WalktheCamino.com, who set up the schedule for us, all the baggage transfers and some very fine accommodation all the way along the trail; she was also very responsive on a couple of occasions when we needed her expertise.

We have a few other travels in plan, but not for the remainder of 2026; I will write about them as, all being well, they happen next year. Until then, farewell!

Day 4 – Santiago de Compostela

Wednesday 1 May 2024 – The target for the day was to retrieve the panzer from its car park spot, use it to get us to Santiago Airport (via A Thing To See that Jane had identified as a diversion for us) and thence be wafted to our hotel in downtown Santiago on a pre-booked taxi.  We achieved much of this, though not entirely without incident.

Our first concern was that someone or something might have damaged the tank in the car park, but all seemed fine when we got to it. The two days’ parking charge was a princely €12, which I’d say is remarkably cheap for parking inside the walls of an ancient Roman city.

The first incident concerned getting out of Lugo.  Whilst we were wandering around, we noticed that there was a huge amount of road maintenance/repair/upgrade work going on.  While I suppose it’s good that crappy old roads are being upgraded, the result looks a bit like this.

It’s a lovely smooth surface, but it seems a bit sterile in the context of the traditional buildings that surround it. The combination of frequent roadworks and such surfaces also means, as we found out, that such a surface gives the tank driver no clue as to where the nearest route might be that would enable him to squeeze out through the walls. Satnavs were of no use, as the brand new roadworks perpetually conflcted with the on-screen directions given.  All in all, it was reminiscent of an episode in the Canary islands when we drove round a town called Arucas for what seemed like several hours trying to find an exit which wasn’t blocked by roadworks.

We made it, eventually, and without any damage to the beemer, thankfully.

So, the Thing To See was next: an ancient temple in the tiny village of Santa Eulalia de Bóveda, a few kilometres off the main drag between Lugo and Santiago. Exactly how ancient seems to be a matter of debate; many sources claim it was Roman, but at least one other I’ve seen talks about it as a Visigoth site. Who knows?  Maybe visiting it might help clarify?

Nope.

The satnav took us along successively narrower roads until it swore we were in the village of Santa Eulalia. We drove very slowly through it on a very narrow road, trying not to run down a beagle which was intent on being friendly. The building which Jane thought might be the temple seemed a bit covered in scaffolding, but there was nowhere to park and no way of turning round to go back and look again to see if that was the temple. Eventually some people, not unconnected with the beagle, came along and Jane had a chat with them, as a result of which we discovered the place was closed today.

Bugger.

Jane had checked that it was open on Wednesdays, but this Wednesday was May 1st, a holiday – International Workers’ Day; or International Non-workers’ Day as it should more properly be called. Anyway, the practical upshot was that our best move would be simply to carry on to Santiago, which we did, along beautifully-surfaced but alarmingly narrow roads and with short but lively debates at each intersection between country lanes as to whether we should believe TomTom or Google Maps’ advice about which was the better route to Satiago airport.

The route we ended up driving along was the road that led through many of the towns that the Camino Francés winds through. So we drove through Medlide and Arzua in some 15 minutes, as opposed to the several hours it took us on foot last Autumn.

From there on, our journey to our hotel in Santiago proceeded smoothly.  Enterprise car rentals agreed that we hadn’t damaged their precious beemer, and Jane persuaded our pre-arranged transport driver to turn up early to take us from the airport into town.  (The driver did a good job of actually coming to find us rather than skulking outside whilst we searched for him).  The taxi was one of these vast van-sized Mercedes people movers, and I have to say I’m glad it was he who was driving – getting through the streets of Santiago old town is not a job for the faint of heart. But he managed it without any crashing, swearing or gesticulation and deposited us outside our hotel.

This is the very fine Mosteiro de San Martiño Pinario, an absolutely vast establishment which was once a monastery and which dwarfs the very substantial cathedral opposite which it stands.

The red blob above is the entrance; the blue blob is where our room is. Ignore the “temporarily closed” – I can vouch it’s open, because I’m currently sitting in the bar, drinking gin served by a very courteous and generous barman. Because it was originally a monastery, the rooms are agreeably monkish; this is the sight that greeted us as we opened the door to our room.

and the room is comfortable enough, but luxurious? Nope.

That’s why I’m writing this in the bar, altogether a more appealing environment for content creation. And I am indeed content.

As one would expect, there are many monasterical touches: stone-floored and wooden-beamed corridors

rows of monkish cells;

cloisters;

(note the Camino sign in the middle);

and agreeable spots for sitting and contemplating.

So we’re well set up for an overnight stay before embarking on the meat of this sojourn in Galicia – the Camino Finisterre. For nostalgic reasons, we did take a stroll through Santiago, to reacquaint ourselves with the cathedral

and opposite it the Pazo de Raxoi, a French neoclassical palace which now serves as the town hall, now free of the scaffolding which disfigured it when we were last here.

We also took a bite of lunch at the Taberna de Fuego Lento, a lively downtown eatery. All this wandering around had to be done paying due respect to the Galician weather which was being very, well, Galician; sunshine one minute and the next…

…one is glad for nearby shelter.

I seem to have found quite a lot to write about in what I had actually expected to be an unremarkable day. It may be a case of displacement activity to stop me thinking too much about tomorrow; as usual, day one of any extended walk always seem to be the tough one, and tomorrow will have its challenges. I will of course write about them so that you can sympathise with my pain, as I’m sure you’re only too certain to do. So be sure to keep an eye on these pages so you can have a good laugh about our exploits.

 

 

 

After the Camino, part I – Santiago

Sunday 1 October 2023 – I hope you’ll forgive a couple of days of not posting updates, but I haven’t had a lot of time, what with having Nice Lunches and that. After finishing the Camino last Thursday, we had three nights’ stay in Santiago before moving on. The first day we had a guided tour of the city; the second was spent on a day trip that included two other key Camino destinations. This post is about our time actually spent in the city. The photos are selected from pictures taken on the evening after we finished walking, during our guided tour and after it; no particular order, no particular theme, but I wanted to try to give some impression of the city.

Which is quite overwhelming. Getting back to dealing (a) with life in a bustling city after six weeks in the wilderness and (b) the sheer amount of detail, history and massive religious buildings was quite tricky. But here goes….

Let’s start with some statistics. These were reeled off by our guide, Joaquin,

among a vast gout of information which meant that our brains were full after only about 10 minutes.

Despite its feeling of huge size, Santiago is by no means the largest of the cities we passed through. Burgos has 350,000 residents, and León has over 122,000. Santiago has just 90,000 residents, but receives 2 million overnight stays each year, of which over 300,000 are pilgrims. The resulting crowds, buzz and ubiquity of great lumps of religious masonry means that Santiago felt much the largest of the three to me.

At the heart of the city is the cathedral. It is massive, a very imposing presence across the city.

The above video shows it mainly from the west; in front of it you can see a large square, the Praza do Obradoiro, which is where today’s pilgrims tend to end their Camino. There are also squares on the other three sides: North, the Praza de Inmaculada, the historical end of the Camino, where we bade farewell to Susan and Bob;

with its stunningly intricate façade;

and Praza da Quitana, to the East (pay attention, now; we’ll be returning here later).

To the south of the main bulk of the cathedral lies Praza das Praterias and the cloisters, which we visited as part of our time with Joaquin.

One interesting fact came out of the welter that Joaquin deluged us with – atop one tower is a pyramid shape influenced by the architect’s visit to Mexico where he saw Mayan pyramids. The other tower around the cloister is similarly Aztec-influenced.

In the centre of the cloister courtyard is a huge stone bowl, made in the Romanesque style,

which used to stand in the square to the north of the cathedral – the historical end of the pilgrimage. Its purpose was to enable pilgrims to finally wash and purify themselves as part of their pilgrimage. There were four parts to the ritual:

  1. Wash and purify
  2. Burn the old pilgrim’s robes
  3. Don fresh white robes
  4. Finally wear the cockle shell that the pilgrim had acquired from shell sellers (in the city, rather than by the sea shore)

This then granted a “plenary indulgence” – forgiveness for all past sins. I’ll return to this topic later as well, so better keep paying attention, here.

The cathedral was built between 1035 and 1211, which is a pretty impressive feat of building when you consider the vast size of it. It has been renovated in the 17th and 18th century with the last titivation being in the baroque style. This means that if you look at the building through the eyes of an architect you can see a great mixture of styles: medieval, romanesque and baroque.

Inside the cathedral is probably the most impressive of the three great Camino cathedrals – Burgos, León and Santiago – at least to my eyes.  The nave is large

whereas in Burgos, for example, the huge number of fancy chapels around the nave actually served to reduce its area and thus its impact. Notice the hortizontal organ pipes – these are are used for sound effects rather than musical notes.  Horizontal pipes were once very common, but almost all other sets have been discarded over the years.

Behind me, as I took the above photo, is the Portico of Glory, the original, and very imposing, entrance to the church. Entrance to the cathedral can be free, but if you want to see the Portico, which has been very carefully and beautifully restored, you have to pay extra and join timed groups of a couple of dozen at a time to stand and marvel at it. That’s all you can do, since the buggers won’t let you take photos of it, or touch it (the sculpted Tree of Jesse bears the marks of millions of pilgrims in the form of the deep imprints of fingers and thumb – but one can no longer place ones fingers into that piece of history).

Another way that the cathedral parts punters from their money concerns the eponymous St. James – Santiago, you’ll remember. His statue forms part of the altar piece, and for an extra consideration, people are allowed to file down into the crypt to view the actual tomb of the Saint, then queue up

and climb up behind the altar to “hug the saint” and whisper their problems to him in the hope of getting inspiration, resolution or absolution.

There is, of course, a wealth of detail in the endless architectural flourishes inside the cathedral. A couple of things stood out for me: some of the original windows at the back of the church,

which predate glass – they are actually wafer-thin slices of alabaster; the original medieval baptismal font, the oldest item in the cathedral, which survived the destruction of the original medieval building by the muslim hordes;

and some of the various chapels around the side of the nave are used for taking confession in various languages.

In my post about Villafranca, I mentioned the concept of Holy Doors – special doors passing through which (along with other flummery) confers a plenary indulgence. The one in the Santiago cathedral is not hugely imposing.

However, if you look at it from the outside, there’s an impressive portal.

Peering through the bars of this portal reveals a dark secret – the portal is kind of a fake.  Through the bars, you see

the back end of the original church building! This was deemed to be not impressive enough, and so the façade was put in place to gussy the whole thing up to give it more gravitas.

Another thing the cathedral is famous for is its thurible, which is vast – it weighs 60kg.

On holy days and religious festivals – and, yes, if one is prepared to stump up the necessary moolah – this incense burner, called the Botafumeiro, becomes the centre of a spectacular piece of theatre after communion has been taken at mass.

We were lucky enough to see this twice in one day – from the side, as above and, earlier in the day, from the back, by the Portico of Glory, which was better musically but not so impressive to see.

Joaquin got us into the cathedral early on in the day, which was good because one could take photos without there being too many crowds around. He also took us into the cloisters and the museum, where, as ever, he drowned us with fascinating facts which neither of us can easily remember. Taking of photos in the museum is not allowed (yawn), but I managed to sneak one shot of a prized item,

an alabaster-and-wood altar piece depicting the life of St. James. This is a pilgrimage offering from the 1456 Holy Year of Compostela carved in Nottinghamshire at the behest of “Johanes Gudguar” (thought to be the English priest John Goodyear from the Isle of Wight).

Outside the cathedral, as you can imagine, there’s an ongoing hive of activity, particularly on the huge western square, with pilgrims arriving, sometimes en masse, like this bunch of schoolkids who had just been on a one-day “pilgrimage”

There’s often a piper.

Bordering this western square,

are the Town Hall (on the left above) and the Hospital Real de Santiago de Compostela. This is now a posh Parador Hotel with an impressive entrance with bouncers an’ everyfink

but once it really was a hospital intended for pilgrims.  It’s a regrettable fact that around half of pilgrims never made it to Santiago, having died en route, or been killed, or any one of a number of causes. Having arrived in Santiago, a surprisingly large proprortion of them fell sick and many of them died, too – hence the need for the hospital. Originally pilgrims might sleep in the cathedral – women upstairs, men downstairs – but this became intolerable (I’ve heard it said that the huge incense burner was a defense against the smell!) and the hospital took over the brunt of this care.  Not all of them survived this care, so, conveniently next door to the Hospital is the Igrexa de San Frutuoso, which is where the bodies went – a funerary church.

Another interesting nugget from Joaquin was that pilgrims who had arrived safe and well often simply stayed in Santiago – I had assumed that they would just go back to where they came from, but this was apparently not the case. So there developed language-based communities of pilgrims across the the city, with French pigrims congregating in one part, Germans in another and so on.

One final piece of cathedraliana: the lightning conductors. There are three in the squares around the cathedral, and at street level they are lead into concrete posts.  In the Quintana square (remember that one?) after dark, the street lighting leads to an interesting illusion:

called the “Secret Pilgrim”. See?  It was worth paying attention, after all.

Other religious buildings that we noted included the Franciscan Church, just down from our hotel.

To the left in the picture above, you can see a remnant of the old city walls, with the church

therefore being outside the walls – no room for Franciscans in the city, it appears. On the other hand, just outside the cathedral and hence inside the city walls, is the Benedictine Monastery, Mosteiro de San Martiño Pinario.  This is so huge that it took me some time to realise that the front, by the cathedral

and the side, considerably nearer our hotel

were actually both parts of the same complex. The monks were once very rich and influential. so between 1835 and 1837, a series of decrees from Juan Álvarez Mendizábal was published, which confiscated, without compensation, monastic land estates. Well, if the dissolution of the monasteries was good enough for Henry VIII, it’s good enough for anyone, that’s clear.

Another subject that Joaquin covered was the pre-Roman history of Santiago, which means Celtic.  Something I hadn’t appreciated until walking the Camino was the extent of Celtic population and culture in Spain. Celtic presence may date back as far as the 6th century BC, until their influence was subsumed by the Roman Empire, starting from about the second century BC. There’s still evidence of Celtic culture in the presence of decorative materials (particularly jet) showing Celtic symbols

including a particular Celtic protective gesture to ward off evil.

Other things we saw included the market, Mercado de Abastos

the courtyard of the city library, which has a lovely cloisters

and features a statue of Alonso III de Fonseca, a Galician archbishop and politician and a major supporter of the university of Santiago de Compostela. He is depicted in a pose of deep thought

and not on his mobile phone, after all.

We wandered around other parts of the city, which is handsome

and quite busy in all the areas around the cathedral.  We even tried some shopping, as we wanted to buy for friends some of the so-called “Santiago Cake“, the almond cake with the St. James cross outlined on it, which is ubiquitous in these here parts. Seeking out an artisanal shop, we were spoiled for choice

but were allowed a taste test, which was nice of them.

This has only scratched the surface of our time in the city. For example, we had two Very Nice Lunches (a major factor in me not posting before now), at Asador Gonzaba where they served us 95% of a cow, and Casa Marcelo, where they served us what they chose; both very fine meals from very fine establishments. And we walked around for some 12km, almost none of which was on the straight and level – it’s quite the uppy and downy place.

As well as wandering the city, we had, as I mentioned earlier, a day trip to, inter alia, two important Camino destinations. It was an interesting trip and I’ll post about it in the next thrilling instalment. I bet you can’t wait, eh?