Day 9 from Baamonde to Sobrado dos Monxes

it was a very long and boring walk, approx 42km. My feet got so tired, I almost had blisters. The rest of the crew took the shorter way, one of the Belgians and me took the long one. He was so much quicker than me, just heading to the aim, I took my time to look around and take pics. It was an ideal weather with clouds, not very warm, just right.
One of my coffees I had was in a farm where a German guy was sitting, too. The farm had chickens running around, 3 very old dogs and all very truly smelly. But the coffee was good.
Daniel, the German guy’s story was that he got in an argument with his siblings over their heritage and he had enough and got fed up so escaped home to have some air. His parents died a few years ago, and if it wasn’t enough, they started to fight, too.
The monastery was impressive, could be seen from very far, a really huge building, almost as big as a whole town.
The monk who registered us was a real character. He spoke many languages, grew up in London near Hollands Park, went to Italy at the age of 22 and lived there for many years. He spoke perfect French and Spanish as well. He absolutely hated my British passport so I offered him my Hungarian ID card which he loved and showed around saying how much it’s the prettiest he’s ever seen. He registered everyone then went off for a ciggie outside 🙂
John cooked a meal for us, Dominic the French guy made some stue with veggies. We all shared our food 😊
We met Emily, the French girl who does her PHD in Plymouth and did the Camino cycling. She’s a very friendly lovely young girl.
We met the Belgians, too again. They started the Camino 10 years ago in Belgium and walked part of it each year – except during Covid.
We decided to walk further than Arzúa the next day as I didn’t want to stay in a town, I like albergues in the middle of nowhere so we planned a good 30ish km for the next day with some food shopping in Arzúa on the way.