Al the optimist
Veteran Member
Well that is it then - the Camino Mozarabes is behind me. In Merida after the toughest 400 miles of my life. Twisted ankle, cuts, scratches, grazes, bruises, blisters. Rain, flooded rivers and tough, unforgiving mountains and gorges followed by some unshaded 30 degrees days. NEVER AGAIN! It won easily. I feel beaten but not broken, though I do need some days rest with appropriate entertainment to recover.
Some beautiful scenery in the mind and the camera but each picture was hard won. But hey it is there forever (well until Mr Alzheimer calls). So time to be a tourist - sitting, munching and slurping.
Some beautiful scenery in the mind and the camera but each picture was hard won. But hey it is there forever (well until Mr Alzheimer calls). So time to be a tourist - sitting, munching and slurping.