The last walking day for me started a bit bad. The bar had said that they should open at 7 for breakfast, but it didn’t. So the Italian and I left the village. The guy from Korea wanted to sleep a little longer.When we reached the village “Marille” 4 kilometers away from San Pedro it was even worse. The bar didn’t open until 9 o’clock. I had to sit down at a bench and open a spare can of tuna and eat some old pieces of bread. That was OK, lacking an open bar.
The land around here is a high plain around 800 m above sea level. Slowly undulating hills and far away waits “Salamanca”.
I was rater tired before I got to the city. I almost stumbled wen stepping up at the roman bridge. I found the albergue after having met the Americans that had arrived ahead of me. Was allowed to park my backpack and was promised a shower in spite of the fact that I didn’t plan to stop at this albergue.
Left to see the city. A nice medieval center with a lot of fine institutions. This is the oldest and finest university city of Spain. I came to like it.
Had a little to eat. Then went to find the bus station and then back to the albergue. Everybody was there. They had even seen the biking girl from South Africa earlier that day.
Had dinner with John at the main street. Then went back to the albergue and borrowed a bed for a couple of hours’ rest. Said goodby to the gang and left for the bus station. Sat at the waiting hall and finished my e-book. Then I had to go to the bus area and wait until the bus arrived around 2:30 am (sic!).
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