She's Gone Walkabout

walkabout – a journey of one's choosing to satisfy the need to be somewhere else

Our first vehicle in 43 days

On our last day in Finisterre we woke late to a light rain. We hadn’t meant to sleep in and we now felt a little rushed. Not that we needed to be. We had decided to take the 9:45 bus back to Santiago. As of October our first choice bus at 11:45 no longer ran. At that...

Sunshine and fog

We arrived in Finisterre yesterday. We have walked officially nearly 900 kilometres but in actual fact with all the extras we have walked I would say it was closer to 1000. We averaged 245,000 steps a week which averages 35,000 steps a day. We originally aimed for 20...

The end of the day at the end of the world.

Everything was wet when we walked out into the inky black morning. I don’t think it had rained, but it looked like it had. We walked out of the little village and back down the highway, past where we had had dinner last night. We had had another pilgrims menu as that...

Fog and open roads

For many kilometres this morning we followed roads and paths that weaved their way through and around fields of maize. The maize fields stretched into fog filled valleys that made the mountains look as though they were tiny islands in a misty sea. From our path along...

Horreos and cows

This morning began with a heavy fog but it was surprisingly warm. It wasn’t long til we were shedding our cold weather gear. As the fog began to lift it became a white backdrop for distant towns. We walked through many laneways, some the same, some different. Today we...