After a set of crossings I reached the highway and the bridge across the dam. Narrow highway shoulders narrow walking space across the bridge. It's an old bridge and I understood later that they most likely are building a new one to replace it. Just across the bridge there was a summer house area for those well to do, But I left all this and continued my way.
Had lunch at the village of Pozuelo de Tábara. A quick one and then more roadside until I reached Tàbara. Ahhh! A cachero at the road cross. My worries are over. Just to discover that it was out of order. Walked aimlessly into the small city. Saw a sign with lodging for pilgrims and was - as usual - hijacked by the owner. Got a room on my own.
Soon came another person. He proved to be a Norwegian psychiatrist with roots in Holland. So Swedish could be spoken. Another younger couple arrived. She a German with relatives in Sweden. He a Mexican that worked as a teacher in Germany (professor?) They had met on the Camino. I would have liked to know them better.
I walked around the city and met some more of the walking pilgrims that my new friends knew, a French couple.
Fairly late we had dinner at the restaurant connected to the hostel. A good night together but I felt that my body told me about coming problems.
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