Woke to screaming wind blowing a feckin hooley! It was hard to see if snow was falling but the ground was covered. The albergue was on 2 floors, 2 cyclists from Ibiza downstairs and me and the 2 guys from Mallorca upstairs. I tried to look outside and couldn't get the window closed again so it was out at speed wearing all my clothes. There were 2 mountain passes to climb and although the wind was blowing ice my body was quickly hot so I had to stop and strip off. Several times I disturbed Roe Deer (Corzo in Spanish) foraging in the snow and surprised that anyone would be foolish enough to be walking. Once I got to the top of the second pass at about 1250m I had climbed through the weather and it was cold but sunny. Irish people can do anything as long as the sun is shining. I noticed that I had lost a motorway and a national road then I realised they had been in a tunnel through the mountains but I wanted them for orientation. When I saw the motorway my heart leapt! the sign said Galicia, province of Ourense! Nothing bad can happen to me now. My friend Manolo told me years ago that there is a Celtic Goddess with big boobs who will always look after me. The big boobs were details of Manolo's but probably important ones, so I have never forgotten them. So now I am in Galicia, birthplace of the Irish people and somewhere in all that snow I crossed the invisible line that leaves me only 200km to go!
