DAY 69. 15 JULY. SANTA MARIÑA TO OLVEIROA

 On I go... 

On I go... 

I walked only a short distance as it was 28 degrees by midday and I could only managed 13km. The walk was as lovely as ever; shady woods and large fields of maize.

 Amazed

Amazed

At 9 ish the huge reservoir lake of Embalse de Fervenza came into view in the valley below me and I walked for a while looking down at its deep blue waters.

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The uplands are littered with granite outcrops and boulders and the wind turbines continue their slow gyrations on the mountain ridges. There's a  road sign on this route; it's called the RUTA DA FÀBRICA DE LUZ which translates as the 'the route of the factory of light' on the 'coast of death' because so many ships were wrecked on its misty rocky shores. 

 Firery rock and airy wind turbines  

Firery rock and airy wind turbines  

I reach Olveitoa about 12pm and stop at the Albergue de Hórreo for a beer, but soon decide I've had enough for the day and order a Salade Mixte. I'm the first to check in, so get my pick of bunks by the window. It's a private albergue with a bar and pension next door. Just the thing.

 Another type of granary

Another type of granary

The Hórreos (granaries) in this area are a different design again; they are made from narrow granite blocks with un-mortared joints to provide ventilation.

 Foxgloves and bracken

Foxgloves and bracken

A couple of Canadians also turn up and we have the inevitable BREXIT conversation. We agree that we couldn't make it up and that the UK has become a laughing stock. We think the Icelanders got it right when they jailed their bankers and politicians for gross misconduct and incompetence post the banking crash. It should be an offence to knowingly lie to the electorate - why isn't it? I've been reading that we now live in  a time of 'Post-Truth' politics; I suppose the Virtual pigeon has come home to roost. 

 How I do my washing most days. Cold water and a block of washing soap.  

How I do my washing most days. Cold water and a block of washing soap.  

We order the Menu del Dia and I'm in bed by 9.30pm. A couple of Spanish men are having a loud conversation about mileage in the bunks opposite; I tell them to be quiet but it doesn't make any difference. Some people spend a lot of time planning their routes and mileage, but actually you don't have a lot of choice except to trust the yellow arrows, listen to your body and stop when you see a nice albergue.