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Peter, such a great invitation! After a few seconds of deep thought (!) I will share about my first ever ‘albergue’. My friend’s father drove us both to Roncesvalles for a 07.00 departure. He picked us up in Larrasoana and back we went to his home where we had the best hospitalero in the world! Next day he drove us back to end point of first day, and he picked us up in Cizur Menor, and same albergue conditions were repeated. On the third day, once more we were dropped off at starting point and picked up in Puente La Reina. That was our last night in the best albergue in the world.. next morning we set off without a backward glance... we had carried our full packs each day and we had met the same people, getting to know them and beginning our interaction with some with whom we walked every day till Santiago and Finisterre. It was a very gentle introduction to the Camino, and we peeked in at the albergues in Larrasoana and Cizur Menor and Puente La Reina so we knew something of what awaited us. After that, we were lucky to always find a bed in the municipal or parochial albergues, and never a bedbug. Thanks again, it has been a nice walk back in time...oh, I forgot: on the day we should have stayed in Portomarin, there were no beds anywhere so we had to go on an extra 13km and found a private albergue, where we met up with a bunch of folks we had been having a great time with along the way...Some members from the " NOT a serious thread " want to begin a thread where you can post about the stories of Not being bitten. View attachment 47363
Enjoy my friends.
@VNwalkingThe mud, wind, and rain are pretty universal.
But the getting lost...
So there I was, early one morning, on the tail end of the Lana, blissfully taking off up the hill out of Santo Domingo de Silos after following a waymarked sign at the top of the village. I had a GPS on the phone backed up by screenshots of someone's wikiloc track - but hadn't tested the GPS in Spain and wasn't even looking at the screenshots. The sign had pointed to Covarrubias, after all, and that was the next town - so why bother? Never mind that the distance seemed suspiciously long. I figured that was just a wild mis-measurement.
(So many assumptions...what could possibly go wrong?...)
After a while, when it seemed like the path was going in totally the wrong direction, I found out that the GPS didn't work without an internet connection. Oh, well. The screenshots were OK, though, so I merrily followed them, 'bending the map' to agree with what I told myself I was seeing.
More than an hour later after a very nice wrong turn that led to a dead-end viewpoint, and convincing myself I was someplace else altogether, I came down a hill to a sign that said 'Sad Hill Cemetery'...which was a complete surprise. Sad Hill Cemetery?! Like...The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly Sad Hill Cemetery??
Well. How bizarre.
It was completely surreal. And it was so strange that no-one had mentioned this - but how in the world could they have missed it? I told myself a story that they were intentionally not saying anything for the surprise effect. Which it was, of course. I didn't linger, though - I had set out early without breakfast, and was eager to get to Covarrubias for something to eat.
So it was even more of a surprise when I came to the nearest hamlet to find that I wasn't at all where I thought I should be. It wasn't the cute tourist town full of restaurants and places to eat that I expected to find. There were several houses but no bar no nothing...which was 'interesting.' There were some people cleaning up after a fiesta from the night before who kindly told me where I wasn't. And Covarrubias was many kms away.
Well, no breakfast for me. (Nor lunch, either but that's another story.)
But I saw Sad Hill Cemetery!
And the view getting there was stunning.
So if you're on the Frances and go to Santo Domingo de Silos, and decide to walk back to Burgos...
First eat breakfast.
And pack a lunch, because there's no-where to eat. But the 'wrong way' to Covarrubias on the GR 82 is stunning. And you get the Spaghetti Western attraction thrown in for free.
And please tell the good folks in Contreras that the peregrina did get safely to her destination. They were concerned, the elderly ladies and clucking over me like mother hens.
It was the best day ever.
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you certainly have a very humorous streak, falcon269. I salute you, sir. I am presuming you are a sir. by the way, forgive me if I am wrong. I am a she person, not a he person, by the way!I once wasn't bitten several times in Pamplona.
Some members from the " NOT a serious thread " want to begin a thread where you can post about the stories of Not being bitten. View attachment 47363
Enjoy my friends.
The mud, wind, and rain are pretty universal.
But the getting lost...
So there I was, early one morning, on the tail end of the Lana, blissfully taking off up the hill out of Santo Domingo de Silos after following a waymarked sign at the top of the village. I had a GPS on the phone backed up by screenshots of someone's wikiloc track - but hadn't tested the GPS in Spain and wasn't even looking at the screenshots. The sign had pointed to Covarrubias, after all, and that was the next town - so why bother? Never mind that the distance seemed suspiciously long. I figured that was just a wild mis-measurement.
(So many assumptions...what could possibly go wrong?...)
After a while, when it seemed like the path was going in totally the wrong direction, I found out that the GPS didn't work without an internet connection. Oh, well. The screenshots were OK, though, so I merrily followed them, 'bending the map' to agree with what I told myself I was seeing.
More than an hour later after a very nice wrong turn that led to a dead-end viewpoint, and convincing myself I was someplace else altogether, I came down a hill to a sign that said 'Sad Hill Cemetery'...which was a complete surprise. Sad Hill Cemetery?! Like...The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly Sad Hill Cemetery??
Well. How bizarre.
It was completely surreal. And it was so strange that no-one had mentioned this - but how in the world could they have missed it? I told myself a story that they were intentionally not saying anything for the surprise effect. Which it was, of course. I didn't linger, though - I had set out early without breakfast, and was eager to get to Covarrubias for something to eat.
So it was even more of a surprise when I came to the nearest hamlet to find that I wasn't at all where I thought I should be. It wasn't the cute tourist town full of restaurants and places to eat that I expected to find. There were several houses but no bar no nothing...which was 'interesting.' There were some people cleaning up after a fiesta from the night before who kindly told me where I wasn't. And Covarrubias was many kms away.
Well, no breakfast for me. (Nor lunch, either but that's another story.)
But I saw Sad Hill Cemetery!
And the view getting there was stunning.
So if you're on the Frances and go to Santo Domingo de Silos, and decide to walk back to Burgos...
First eat breakfast.
And pack a lunch, because there's no-where to eat. But the 'wrong way' to Covarrubias on the GR 82 is stunning. And you get the Spaghetti Western attraction thrown in for free.
And please tell the good folks in Contreras that the peregrina did get safely to her destination. They were concerned, the elderly ladies and clucking over me like mother hens.
It was the best day ever.
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I once wasn't bitten several times in Pamplona.
I feel ‘not scratchy’ alreadySame thing happened to me in a lot of places...
Legs? Arms?Same thing happened to me in a lot of places...
Legs? Arms?
Are you sure they were midgets? Double positive? My Scottish blood is rising in defence of midgets...The BB have no interest in me, I have not been bitten by one BB while walking the caminos in Spain for years.
But in Scotland I was viciously abused and attacked by midgets for several days. I had to wear midget combat clothing and use chemicals to combat the attackers, who were out in full force in the Highlands.
@Ekelundin Scotland I was viciously abused and attacked by midgets for several days.
Undoubtedly was a spellcheck error!...@Ekelund
I am trying to visualize this combat, and wondering if your post was a victim of spellcheck.
Defenders of the West coast, arise! Smite the outlanders!!!I had to wear midget combat clothing and use chemicals to combat the attackers, who were out in full force in the Highlands.
Of course. Scots can pack an outsize punch, yes? Who needs to be big to have an impact?Are you sure they were midgets? Double positive? My Scottish blood is rising in defence of midgets...
Are you sure they were midgets? Double positive? My Scottish blood is rising in defence of midgets...
Yep....had a chat with my postman the other day and he’s not been bitten by a dog either!So glad all the mossie and midget reports seem to be coming from the UK...not Spain! Now back to the regular programming of NOT being bitten by bedbugs! ... Actually say anything you want, that's the beauty of these "special" threads!
So glad all the mossie and midget reports seem to be coming from the UK...not Spain! Now back to the regular programming of NOT being bitten by bedbugs! ... Actually say anything you want, that's the beauty of these "special" threads!
Yep....had a chat with my postman the other day and he’s not been bitten by a dog either!
I live in the US and we say small flies, horse flies, noseums, gnats and mosquitos. Never heard the words midge or mossie used prior to being on this forum.Midges are a group of insects that include many kinds of small flies. They are found (seasonally or otherwise) on practically every land area outside permanently arid deserts and the frigid zones.
Midget (from midge, a sand fly) is a term for a person of unusually short stature that is considered by some to be pejorative. While not a medical term, it has been applied to persons of unusually short stature
There isn’t enough likes for this one! The image...My aunt's postman maced her chihuaha.
I’ve had measles...does that count!I am getti g confused!
Midgets, midgies, mooses, meeses, not serious threads about bugs and non thugs of non insect kind.
There isn’t enough likes for this one! The image...
There should be no confusion because nothing is really being said.!I am getti g confused!
Midgets, midgies, mooses, meeses, not serious threads about bugs and non thugs of non insect kind.
Yes, and so does menses!I’ve had measles...does that count!
Very big like!There should be no confusion because nothing is really being said.!
A hundred likes, BB!Going to spend a while thinking of all the times I’ve nearly been bitten by nothing in particular!
As one bed bug said to the other...”the Camino provides”
A hundred likes, BB!
Yes, and so does menses!
PREMARIN???? . Menopausal hormones help a lot of things but probably not helpful in the battle of the bedbugs. I'm certain you mean permethrin but this was too hilarious not to respond to. Still laughing
I haven’t been bitten by a dog either! Well... not for a long time and not on a Camino...Yep....had a chat with my postman the other day and he’s not been bitten by a dog either!
I had measles! And yes, it countsI’ve had measles...does that count!
Yes, @chinacat, I know where you're coming from.
I was bitten by a dog ten years ago, but I probably shouldn't have mentioned it on this thread since it's only for sharing our experiences of NO bedbugs encountered on the Camino.I haven’t been bitten by a dog either! Well... not for a long time and not on a Camino...
Does that count?
You have to be sure about the midgets , @kirkie gets a bit nervous about this.The BB have no interest in me, I have not been bitten by one BB while walking the caminos in Spain for years.
But in Scotland I was viciously abused and attacked by midgets for several days. I had to wear midget combat clothing and use chemicals to combat the attackers, who were out in full force in the Highlands.
Oh not being bitten by anything counts!...but not being bitten by bedbugs counts even betterI was bitten by a dog ten years ago, but I probably shouldn't have mentioned it on this thread since it's only for sharing our experiences of NO bedbugs encountered on the Camino.
All I can hear now is the refrain from the Simpsons when Bart and Lisa are watching TV! ...singalong if you know the tune.I feel ‘not scratchy’ already
I live in the US and we say small flies, horse flies, noseums, gnats and mosquitos. Never heard the words midge or mossie used prior to being on this forum.
As in,
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Don’t know what you meanBut how many of you have been seriously bitten by the Walking a Camino bug and just can't get rid of it?
When I walked the Frances we only came across one person who had been bitten by bed bugs. The poor lass was referred to as "the girl with bed bugs". ( We eventually started calling her Gabriella )
As we stood outside a shop in Triacastela eating ice creams, we watched as she laboured her way up a steep
incline in the boiling afternoon sun. Feeling pity for her I jogged down and took her backpack from to carry up the hill. Waves of panic swept over me. Did she still have her companions with her? Were they in the backpack? You could still see the little circles on her arm where the doctor had drawn around the bites!!
People fell back as we arrived, more out of fear than respect. Divesting myself of the backpack she then hugged me! A small act of charity repaid with infestation?
Nah. Never been bitten yet.
Good one!But how many of you have been seriously bitten by the Walking a Camino bug and just can't get rid of it?
I saw a bed bug but was not bitten. I have however been bitten in beautiful hotels and reacted terribly.Some members from the " NOT a serious thread " want to begin a thread where you can post about the stories of Not being bitten. View attachment 47363
Enjoy my friends.
not possible to say 'like'.... sorry for your trouble. what about a neoprene suit?I saw a bed bug but was not bitten. I have however been bitten in beautiful hotels and reacted terribly.
The hug got rid of the remaining bed bugs...caring and sharing.When I walked the Frances we only came across one person who had been bitten by bed bugs. The poor lass was referred to as "the girl with bed bugs". ( We eventually started calling her Gabriella )
As we stood outside a shop in Triacastela eating ice creams, we watched as she laboured her way up a steep
incline in the boiling afternoon sun. Feeling pity for her I jogged down and took her backpack from to carry up the hill. Waves of panic swept over me. Did she still have her companions with her? Were they in the backpack? You could still see the little circles on her arm where the doctor had drawn around the bites!!
People fell back as we arrived, more out of fear than respect. Divesting myself of the backpack she then hugged me! A small act of charity repaid with infestation?
Nah. Never been bitten yet.
I have heard some euphemisms but bitten in “beautiful hotels” is a new one on me!I saw a bed bug but was not bitten. I have however been bitten in beautiful hotels and reacted terribly.
Bitten by a "4 star" bed bug , what a luxury.I have heard some euphemisms but bitten in “beautiful hotels” is a new one on me!
Sorry about that but these day's there also 4 and 5star bed bugs.I saw a bed bug but was not bitten. I have however been bitten in beautiful hotels and reacted terribly.
And high-flying ones too.Sorry about that but these day's there also 4 and 5star bed bugs.
Yust for the record , midgets are little peopleOh yes, the pesky little flies, they were midgets!
Oh my, bed-bugs with no fear for hight's.
Yust for the record , midgets are little people
Ok, if you say so...
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As I stated earlyer , midgets are little people.I've seen neither mossie nor midgets in Los Angeles.
Thank goodness!
As I stated earlyer , midgets are little people.
There is no place to hide, folks!
“Is this what we paid $10,000 for?" the passenger complained.
You got me , must be Just .Okay.
But, how about "yust"?
And they fly in “Air India” and I fly “Ryanair”...not fair!Oh my, bed-bugs with no fear for night's.
I live in the US and we say small flies, horse flies, noseums, gnats and mosquitos. Never heard the words ...
And in some parts of the world “trunk” means a place to put to put luggage but here on the “not serious” side of the world “trunk” has a much more hidden meaning...Tongue in cheek (or is it cheekily) I ask, if you live in a "central" state, when was the first time you saw the open sea? Travel, even if only done at your computer, certainly broadens the mind. And walking in northen Spain, or south-west France or anywhere well away from home will, if you want it to, broaden your understanding in so many ways.
While the word boot might refer to footwear, in my, and many other parts of the world, it refers to that part of a motor car where I put luggage. And to make my car go I need petrol. But in Spain (and elsewhere I will need to understand another word.
So @Camino Chris I wish you well in your continuing discoveries.
And I say kia kaha (take care, be strong, get going)
10.000 dollars....seriously??? I didn’t hear the bedbugs complaining!!!! They thought the in flight catering was worth every penny!!!!Thank goodness I saved my discretionary $10,000 for some other whim.
I have traveled the western world quite a lot and stood on many different coasts. But it's been on this forum, conversing with many of you who live elsewhere, that I have learned various words and expressions for saying the same thing...so much fun!Tongue in cheek (or is it cheekily) I ask, if you live in a "central" state, when was the first time you saw the open sea? Travel, even if only done at your computer, certainly broadens the mind. And walking in northen Spain, or south-west France or anywhere well away from home will, if you want it to, broaden your understanding in so many ways.
While the word boot might refer to footwear, in my, and many other parts of the world, it refers to that part of a motor car where I put luggage. And to make my car go I need petrol. But in Spain (and elsewhere I will need to understand another word.
So @Camino Chris I wish you well in your continuing discoveries.
And I say kia kaha (take care, be strong, get going)
Love it, BB!And in some parts of the world “trunk” means a place to put to put luggage but here on the “not serious” side of the world “trunk” has a much more hidden meaning...
Of course not. They were traveling on miles.10.000 dollars....seriously??? I didn’t hear the bedbugs complaining
yes but I’d have paid 10,000 dollars to see the post dinner entertainment...must have looked like a multi-cultural Bhangra dance (without the synchronisation)10.000 dollars....seriously??? I didn’t hear the bedbugs complaining!!!! They thought the in flight catering was worth every penny!!!!
Me too. Measles that is. But that was in another time, and way so far away, from Spain, and even Tacoma.I’ve had measles...does that count!
And me....there’s MMR now..I did the most suffering cuz I've had measles, mumps and chicken pox!