Sat 3 Oct - Day 19: Itero de Vega to Villarmentero de Campos 25km
363km walked. 422km left to walk.
A very early start as I was up 5.40am in Itero de Vega. As my room mate was already up and downstairs in the kitchen area, I began to pack up my gear. Let start off with a bit of morning photography.
The bedroom window at 6am. Very pleasant outlook. Although it looks, and was, cold out there.
The water did not come out by turning the taps. No, you have to step on that pedal and then you can control the amount or flow of water with the taps.
On the road again at 7am. Predawn, fog and coooold. And again beautiful.
First it went through a traffic junction with a mega roundabout.
Then this. Alongside a busy road for a long time. At least the Camino was not part of the road as it had been many times elsewhere. And you can't really miss where to go.
While some Australian states have introduced a mandatory 1m gap between car and cyclists, other states to the best of my knowledge have no such rules. I don't believe any Australian state has a mandatory 1.5 meter gap.
I for sure would not like to be the one climbing up there to try to remove that nest.
An eclectic mix of... Everything. Inside and outside.
...and from another angle.
The concrete tube to the left or the tipee to the right.
is a bed in there.
Now, hold on. Something is not quite right there...
You may get the message about the albergue by now... Not your average accommodation provider. Fun place though.
The albergue also housed several farm animals. These guys below like the pool. Unfortunately, the donkeys apparently went somewhere else this morning.
Dinner at 10€ was a complete vegetarian affair. And very tasty.
I may sticking my neck out here but I found the vegetarian pilgrim meals to be far superior to anything served with carne.
Lentils, salad, pasta salad and tortilla with a variety of veggies were offered. I ate a lot of it all as it was very good and felt very fresh.
Did I mention that the albergue was owned by a Dutchman, managed by a German and with a Belgian in the bar?
Plenty of beer and then vino Tinto meant that an old man like me had to retire at a decent hour. Otherwise the old man may suffer later...