308km walked. 477km left to walk.
Leaving Burgos early at 7am to conquer the meseta. The meseta has a harsh reputation including avoiding walking through there in the middle of the day if you can.
For the uninitiated, the meseta, the tablelands crossing parts of northern Spain, are a long stretch of nothingness including no facilities, no fuentes and no shade. The guide books recommend bring plenty of water and cover yourself from the sun.
The western exit out of Burgos was a lot nicer than the eastern entrance two days ago. However, the walk out of Burgos soon turned into a bit of wasteland, where little of value grew and new motorways and roads were built.
The Camino Road to Santiago is not always glamorous.
There was however a bit of interesting graffiti / street art along the way.
The Camino team I travelled with had a late breakfast in Tarjados. I had an Americano, a tortilla espanol and a croissant. All was very tasty.
Fracking is the process of drilling down into the earth before a high-pressure water mixture is directed at the rock to release the gas inside. Water, sand and chemicals are injected into the rock at high pressure which allows the gas to flow out to the head of the well.
Soon after Tarjados, the meseta started.
In fact, it was very pleasant to walk the meseta today. Or at least walk as far as we walked today, to Hornillos Del Camino. Tomorrow there will be more of the meseta.
With me boneheading the photo.
There was also a washing machine and clothes lines which I took advantage of, to get the rest of my gear clean.
A study of pilgrim / albergue life.
The food offer at "Meeting Place" was too good to refuse:
OK. I may not have been totally quiet myself.
287km walked. 498km left to walk. No change from yesterday.
Stocktake of sillos / stamps to date:
Win popped her face into the boys room just after 6am suggesting a pre sunrise wander up the castle.
So that's what she and I did. The other boys went back to sleep.
OK, I probably went a bit overboard with photos but hey, it was hard not to.
Empty predawn street of Burgos...
Burgos Cathedral in the moonlight.
I used to be a ware wolf but I'm alright noooooow...
The town looked really peaceful from above at this early hour. Very beautiful.
As the sun started to rise, Win and I started to walk down towards the cathedral again.
Visit to ATM and supermercado was followed by a visit to Burgos Cathedral. I found the whole place over the top displaying both excessive wealth and gruesome biblical activities. Nothing inspiring and "arty" like my favorite cathedral to date, Notre Dame in Montreal, Canada.
Here are a few pics from inside Burgos Cathedral:
The entrance doors from the inside:
At 2pm, we all went out for a Tapas degustation. At my suggestion.
There was a tapas with black pudding in there that I refused to eat, but otherwise OK. Not quite like Good Mrs tapas cooking, far from it, but a nice relaxing meal.
After some Vino Tinto, I returned to the hotel to take full advantage of its facilities.
That means, having a hot bath. It was very very very nice.
I also purchased a pack of 25 Twinings English Breakfast teabags. Some albergues do have microwave ovens so it is possible to heat up water. No kettles so far. Anyway, the 25 pack cost less than 1€.
So, a bit more volume wise in the pack tomorrow although none of this is heavy.
Except that I will be entering the long and dry and without much shelter meseta tomorrow. Extra water is recommended so I will carry 2 liters vs the normal 1 liter. It is what it is...