Well I have spent today walking in the rain. The general temperature is higher, that's why it wasn't snow I suppose! Having been drenched, lower body only, thanks to Akubra Hat and Lightweight Gortex, I am now in another wonderful Galician hostal, showered and getting a hot tea inside me. The Galician hostals are purpose built and are essentially sports pavilions with kitchens and dormatories included. There is nobody else here and I wonder if the 2 pilgrims from Mallorca/Majorca have stopped at the intermediate option about 14km ago. I was very very wet as I arrived near that village but the sky was bright in the West and so on the basis of "Fight the hazard, not the threat" I decided to keep moving and keep warm. I also swore that I heard a voice in my head, Scott Millington's I think, saying "Go on Davy just knock the f@@@ers in" it could have been anyone of that quality of Rockape, as Kev Mackenzie would have said "Of the Ilk" It is a rare day when I don't think of the RAF Regiment, the things I learned and the quality of the non-politicals there. In any case the torrential rain had left me soaked to the skin and I have gone back to sandals as boots are even more problematic in the wet. Undersized gloves on snugly and your hands are dry, one of the only parts of your body. You need to pee, everything is totally wet and freezing cold. Do you just let go and enjoy the brief warmth, it's sterile after all, or do you get your hands and the inside of your gloves wet as well? Good question isn't it. What would you do? Anyway I am now safe in the hostal but it started raining again heavily about 2 minutes after I arrived, an hour ago, and hasn't stopped yet! I had some chocolate but it is gone so I hope it eases off enough to get out and buy some food. I have also discovered that there is no heating here so it's going to be a cold one!
