Otherwise known as the longest day.
Did I mention how rocky the road was? Rocky ascents and descents slow me down, I’m very cautious because I don’t want to become careless and get hurt.
Well slow me down is an understatement, I’m slow to begin with – now add a pack on my back of about 17 or 18 pounds because of water and fruit and I am reduced to the pace of a snail. Most peregrinos wiz right by me especially on the inclines, but I don’t care I’m crawling my own Camino.
So onward I walk, after a while the terrain changed to a relatively flat surface making its way through many small villages on the way to Burgos.
I took the suggested route into Burgos alongside the river. I reached a square where a couple of French gents suggested I take the bus with them into Burgos because it was still 10 kms away. I, of course, continued walking. After all, they had to be wrong, I could see the city just a way up the road.
I walked and walked and then walked some more. I believe I stopped on every bench I passed by. My legs were screaming with shin splints and the weather was quite hot. A thermometer I passed said 31C. Being from a country that measures temperatures in F, I only knew it was muy calor!
Finally I made it to my hotel in Burgos and booked the room for two nights. I needed a rest day.