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 was all that was on offer but it was nothing exceptional. Yesterday afternoon knowing that in the morning we would be passing the double markers in the dark we had walked the half kilometre to see them in daylight. To the left our destination, to the right, Muxia. It is common now for pilgrims to do a circuit. Either to Finisterre then on to Muxia then back to Santiago or to Muxia, Finisterre, then back to Santiago.

By nine o’clock dew drops still clung to greenery and being Sunday and on a quiet dirt road there were several what appeared to be hunters. They didn’t have guns but their dogs appeared to be beagles and setters. Sometimes a mix of the two.

We explored a small track to a punto de inters -point of interest. It was 100 meters in and 100 meters out on a narrow paved track. We saw a lonely cross in a small courtyard. Our reward -apart from seeing the cross- were wet legs and wet shoes where the overhanging shrubbery still filled with the early morning dew had brush up against our legs.

At an Alto we saw through thick pines our first glimpse of the ocean. We continued along a wide gravelled road, until suddenly there snuggled along the far side of the bay was Cee. We still had a long way to go but we had made it to the coast.

In the main plaza of Cee, there was a Sunday market. It was difficult navigating around Cee but with the Camino passing through the market I am assuming the stalls were hiding any markers, it was very difficult to find our way. Once again helpful locals with a happy smile and a follow me or a wave in the right direction helped up through. An hour later above the bay of Cee the arrows pointed us along a long, walled laneway that took us once again to above sea level.

We were then led through towns, then onto lanes and paths through gums and ferns

Reaching a view that overlooked Finisterre. We could see the lighthouse at the end of the world. And it was a perfect day. A warm 21 degrees with just the slightest of cooling breezes. We felt welcomed.

We began following the bay along the roads above. Eventually we stepped on to a crazy path that we followed for several kilometres into Finisterre. These shoes with a view of the ocean along the crazy path.

The crazy path seemed to go on forever until, Finisterre.

That evening we completed our journey to the zero marker and waited while the sun set at the end of the world.

And I’m sad to say but it is The End of Dave at the end of the day at the end of the world.