i didn’t sleep well last night and the smells and sounds of 20 people at Pedrouzo didn’t help. I hadn’t climbed up to the top bunk until last night. I needed to open a window and that was the only way to do it. There was a drunken German farting and talking to himself. As I said Not A Good Night!
Up at 6 am, conversing with a Spaniard on my app for translating. I waited for The Irishman who couldn’t find his bandages he had prepared the night before. We were sending on our backpacks for 4 euros each.
The trails through the forest were great and the cafes were amazing, but more expensive. The last five kilometres were killing on my right calf. We arrived around 1 pm. All in all a good day! Only 5 km more to go!