Bridget and Peter
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- Time of past OR future Camino
- Home to Reims 2007
Reims to Limoges 2008
Camino Ingles 2009
Limoges to Gernica 2009
Gernica to San Vicente de la Barquera 2010
San Vicente to La Isla 2012
La Isla to Santiago Sept/Oct 2014
On the Vezelay route this autumn we came across a gentleman using refuges who may not have been a genuine pilgrim. We first heard about him at Benevent where Dr Conquet, who holds the key, described someone who may have been a bit 'fou' (you can imagine the gesture he made as he said this) who had been found fast asleep at 11.30 in the morning ,and left later that day without returning the key as requested.
We then met the actual person (or so we assumed) at St Leonard de Noblat. Although the kind lady at the tourist office told us we would be the only pilgrims in residence, we discovered a shaggy haired and rather silent man in there, with the heating and telly (!) on full blast. We thought perhaps he had made a collection of keys.
He didn't want to talk, was drinking from a bottle and, watching the TV, let his supper cook to a mush, which he then threw away. But he didn't act in any way objectionably, was drying clothes which he had washed, had a normal rucksack and left at the same time as us in the morning. When I asked where he was heading he didn't give the name of the next refuge as others had, but said 'St Jacques' in a tone of voice that hinted 'of course - why do you ask?'
He didn't seem like any of the other pilgrims we met, he didn't seem 'fou' (mad) or a drug user (Dr Conquet's other suggestion) or like a tramp. Perhaps a bit 'inadequate' but who am I to judge?! Maybe if I had been a woman on my own I would not have felt comfortable spending the night with him, and I was glad there were separate bedrooms.
Perhaps he travels from one refuge to another up and down the pilgrim paths? Perhaps he was a pilgrim and I am a nasty suspicious woman. I was a bit bothered that he had got in without registering his presence at the tourist office, which is usual practice. We didn't shop him when we dropped our key back, because he had done no harm, and was moving on. It didn't seem in the spirit of the pilgrimage to pass judgement.
Have people come across others like this? On a more frequented route I'm sure one meets lots of 'oddballs' (some would no doubt label all of us as 'oddballs' so I don't mean to be unkind). And I don't suppose it matters, really! What do others think?
We then met the actual person (or so we assumed) at St Leonard de Noblat. Although the kind lady at the tourist office told us we would be the only pilgrims in residence, we discovered a shaggy haired and rather silent man in there, with the heating and telly (!) on full blast. We thought perhaps he had made a collection of keys.
He didn't want to talk, was drinking from a bottle and, watching the TV, let his supper cook to a mush, which he then threw away. But he didn't act in any way objectionably, was drying clothes which he had washed, had a normal rucksack and left at the same time as us in the morning. When I asked where he was heading he didn't give the name of the next refuge as others had, but said 'St Jacques' in a tone of voice that hinted 'of course - why do you ask?'
He didn't seem like any of the other pilgrims we met, he didn't seem 'fou' (mad) or a drug user (Dr Conquet's other suggestion) or like a tramp. Perhaps a bit 'inadequate' but who am I to judge?! Maybe if I had been a woman on my own I would not have felt comfortable spending the night with him, and I was glad there were separate bedrooms.
Perhaps he travels from one refuge to another up and down the pilgrim paths? Perhaps he was a pilgrim and I am a nasty suspicious woman. I was a bit bothered that he had got in without registering his presence at the tourist office, which is usual practice. We didn't shop him when we dropped our key back, because he had done no harm, and was moving on. It didn't seem in the spirit of the pilgrimage to pass judgement.
Have people come across others like this? On a more frequented route I'm sure one meets lots of 'oddballs' (some would no doubt label all of us as 'oddballs' so I don't mean to be unkind). And I don't suppose it matters, really! What do others think?