After firing down some cake for breakfast with the standard cafe con leche, we hit the road. I am going to talk about the food on the camino in the next day or two. Weasel good progress and soon arrived in Carrion de les Condes a small town I stayed in last year about 20km done. We stop for a drink and a wee snack and meet a couple from the uk that have been walking for the last 70 days from Alez in France. They started out with a tent but sent that home when they got on the camino and are just happy walking away. I always find it mind blowing when you get to meet people like that.
What has become apparent to me is that my so called role model is actually very much likely to embarrass me from waiting until were out in public to decide to pee or by when stopping use his clean pants as a cloth to wipe his sweaty face (pic to follow) he is generally incredibly uncouth. Also don’t get me started on the fact when he is wearing his shirt he just does one button or none at all and let’s the chess and belly out. I’m very thankful I am more like my mother. But we defiantly have the same childish sense of humour and although we disagree on pretty much 80% of life’s big questions we haven’t killed each other yet and can agree to disagree on the rest. Very, very glad I got mums brains tho!
We carried on embarrassment aside and by half 12 had done out 67km for the day and had reached Sahagun only to be greeted by the gates lining the streets that I had seen previously,!they were prepped for a bull run. I watched one last year too and ok obvious animal cruelty aside it’s still a huge part of Spanish culture and a spectacle in it’s own right. We found our hotel and went out for a look around town it’s very obvious the entire town was in fiesta mode and were wearing their villages colours proudly. A fun fair had been setup and you can tell there was a real party vibe, although we are still hoping we are far enough away from the music all night. Although it looks like the professional event is actually tomorrow night we soon learn there will be a bull run from 6 with bull fighting up at the arena. So after a wee siesta of our own now part of the daily routine I may add we set the alarms and then rush out at 6 for the Toros (bulls). Only to in true Spanish style hang around for half an hour the streets filling with people all fairly lubricated now but the fun goes off to signal the release of the bulls. You can see everyone get a bit excited and were not even in the run. And then you can hear a few screams and shouts and there they are 4-5 bulls running round the corner with spaniards scampering out the way in all directions. And just as fast as you see them and they are gone everyone then good over or through the fence and heads up to the bull fighting arena I’m sure it has an ace name in Spanish but I haven’t got a clue what it is. We sit down on the stone steps as the arena fills, villagers I their colours all grouping along with they village bands. They all take it in turn to play music and there fellow villagers dance with a bit of rivalry in the air. However in the arena as tomorrow is reserved for the pro’s and veterans tonight is the bull fighting young team and they let out some of the smaller bulls on at a time and two or three of the guys seems to have some skill but the rest were pretty much the village idiots given a podium to be a mega douce and they relished the opportunity so of course I was hoping those guys got the horns and sooner or later they would cock up and get a face full of dirt or wall running away. Ok il admit it’s a tad cruel essentially taunting a bull to tease it’s reaction for entertainment the closer the better but when you see how big a social event it is you can see it’s a huge part of the community events. However our arses got numb and were already trying to keep that area in good form so we dashed out for grub before the Spain vs Holland game.
Tomorrow we hit Leon.
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