Left at 7:30am and arrived at 11:20am, but I lost at least 20 minutes in Cee looking for arrows! I shsould have just followed the road around by the small bay to here and side stepped Cee - a go ahead small town with lots of newly developed buildings at the heart of its centre. This morning's walk was quite nice - mainly backtracks and a few asphalt spots around Hospital. Not overly challenging, and after the Ermita de Nuestra Senora dal Neves, open country. I met no one on the walk except for a young couple before descending into Cee, who were heading for Santiago. There were a few pilgrims in Olveiroa last night. I saw Paula, the French girl, again, and had a couple of beers with Stefan from Germany - too enthusiastic for me! A nice fellow from Japan, and Monique from Holland - painful!. I was glad I was not staying in the Albergue! I bought them a bottle of red and then returned to the hostal for a bottle of wine and a tapa. By far the best accommodation on the camino, though this spot today is very good with a lovely view of the small bay.Corcubion is a delightful little spot.
At 7:40am, the day threatens to be a cold one, and the track looks rough.
About 7:50am the camino crosses a reasonable stream. The fog is thick enough so close to the river. And it's cold.
About 8:00am I arrive at Logoso. There is little evidence of population on this rather cool and foggy morning.
At 8:15am I arrive at Hospital, five kilometers seems to have passed quickly and easily, so I am gaining confidence in my shin this morning.
One kilometer on from Hospital, I come upon the junction which offers a choice to the pilgrim at this point.
Having turned left to head to Cee, I continue on what threatens to be a faily uninspiring walk.
A bit after 8:30am, the camino leaves the main road and takes the pilgrim through quieter back roads.
At ten minutes to nine, the camino reveals a pilgrim's cross ahead as the path crosses a main road.
A closer look reveals what appears to be quite an ancient cross.
Just before 9:00am, the morninig seems to be promising some sunshine. Could I be lucky enough to get some nicer weather for the end of the camino?
At 9:12am I come upon the Ermita Nuestra Senora Das Neves (Our Lady of the Snows) 10.5ks done for the morning and about ten more to go.
Distracted by my own shadow as I obviously walk due west.
Around 9:30am, new pine plantations planted upon country that looks as though it has been used as such for some time.
A few minutes later, the mist off the sea rises to reveal at last that I am reaching the coast.
Around 10:00am the terrain becomes a little barren and open. It seems there were pine forests about this area which, having been cleared, lays fairly fallow.
At 10:10am - and what I thought was Finisterre on the horizon, and seemingly so close. I was tempted (briefly) to think of making that my destination today. But, my shin was sore and there was no need to rush. I had time to stay at one more spot and take a shorter walk in the morning. Besides, the camino the next morning led me across and over the far stretch of land to Finesterre futher around.
About 5 minutes on I take a brief detour off the camino for about 100 meters to see an ancient pilrgim's cross. Whether the camino onced passed by the cross, or that it was always just off the camino, was not explained.
At 10:22am, my final destination for the day comes into view.
About 10:30am, the camino begins to take a fairly abrupt direction downwards, placing some strain on my sore shin.
Descending into what I assume is Caminos Chans, about half a kilometer from Cee. There looks to be a fair amount of settlement along the coast up ahead.
The outskirts of Cee - the town cemetery, with the reminder of the recent feast of All Souls two days before - flowers and wreaths on the graves of loved ones.
At 10:49am I walk through the old part of Cee. A quaint enough little town in this part, but not a yellow arrow in sight!
After losing the arrows upon entering Cee, and giving up on finding the albergue, I stumbled upon the Parish Church in the heart of what was actually quite a bustling commercial centre. I had decided that Cee didn't offer me the quiet reflective sea side atmosphere I was looking for on my last stay before Finisterre. A visit to the Church, then I would move on toward Corcubion - once I got some directions out of town from locals.
A very well kept and attractive Church inside as well as outside - a nice spot to rest for a moment in prayer.
At the back of the Church, a rather novel collection box!
11:14am The sign welcoming me to Corcubion - I was glad that it was only a bit more of a stroll on from Cee about 2 ks. The sun was warm, and I entertained the idea of resting on the sand somewhere up ahead to enjoy it.
The main street along the beachfront of this attractive little town. Continuing along and around to the left, I stopped for refreshments. My shin was still sore, but not quite as painful as yesterday.
Having stopped for a beer and to ask some directions to find accommodation, I pass by the rear of the Church, San Marcos. The barman, a friendly bloke recommended a hostel down on the beach front which he assured me would be cheaper. It possibly was, but it wasn't the very reasonable price of the many albergues over the last part of the camino to Santiago.
The view from the hostel window, just after 1:00pm when I'd finally settled on some accommodation for the night. The albergue was not well advertised in Cee, and as I was now on the sea, I decided to look for something relaxing. I enjoyed a nice pre dinner drink and a reasonable meal at this spot. This was no longer the real camino accommodation any more, but I was tired and looking to relax. My shin was still sore, but nothing like the pain of yesterday.
Looking from above Corcubion back towards Cee (the two places were virtually joined.)
Though feeling a bit tired, just before 5:00pm I decided to go for a walk to check out the sights of the town, seeing as the afternoon was so pleasant. Corcubion was a nice little town, and although not as big as Cee where there was an albergue, it had more of the seaside village feel about it.
Not sure of where the arrows were leading to, I decided to do a reconnoiter in the afternoon to make sure I'd find my way in the morning. Sure enough, despite locals telling me to just follow the road out of town, I discovered a back track out of the village. More confident of tomorrow's exit, I could now go to the pub for a couple of beers!
The historical little Church of San Marcos.
6:00pm An Estrella beer (Galician beer) and the red purse from Florence which has travelled the whole camino one and a half times! The purse held the kitty for accommodation, food and drinks across the camino, and in my case throughout a journey which commenced at the end of May. I was tempted to souvenir the glass, as it was an edition that had been produced for this year, 2010 - a Holy Year for the Camino.
