At 8:38am, my final destination comes definitively into view. I know I am almost there, and continue to enjoy these final moments of a beautiful morning before my arrival.


At about 8:50am I reached sea level with Finisterre at the other end of the beach. Some local walkers were kind enough to offer to take my photo. On the left side of the hill on the horizon, one can make out the road up to the lighthouse, the final ascent of the camino.


The camino threatened to become an ordinary, boring local morning walking track for a few hundred meters, however, one had to remember that this was the end of the trail after all.


The walk from where the camino reached shore level to the actual town of Finisterre was a bit deceptive in terms of distance - as it is with beaches, the distance seems less at sea level. But here at this moment, I could have been walking into a village in Wales or Scotland - certainly the land of the Celts here!