Ok, well this little expedition started on one of those island hikes when little Kathleen from Gladys brought up this Camino de Santiago trek from southern France to Santiago de Compostala in north west Spain. The trek crosses the Pyrenees and is 840 kilometres of up and down hiking. It is a thousand year old trail and a kind of Haj for Christians but I was just going for the ramble. I was vaguely aquainted with it from the history books where the Celts considered it the road to the end of the world, but when Kathleen brought up Shirley McLaines book I just dissed it as another new age thing. But after a couple of more discussions a few people expressed an interest especially the girls as they figured they could just stroll along at their own pace and if too much take a bus every once in a while. I agreed to go along as the male presence. Well the enivitable happened and after I had researched the trip and found myself truly engaged everybody else confronted with the reality pushed themselves away from the table. Deb realizing she would be alone without female companionship had a truly pyschocamtic moment injuring her foot in the Aves and when arriving back in Canada had a bone scan reveal two fractures requiring a day cast for 6-8 weeks so she was excused. By the end of June I couldn´t see myself hanging around home anymore with the glass teat and its daily barrage of food porno and womens afternoon glee clubs so I pulled the plug, bought a backpack, airline tickets and prepared to go. to be continued..... |
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"...I couldn´t see myself hanging around home anymore with the glass teat and its daily barrage of food porno and womens afternoon glee clubs..."
hugely funny!
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