From Cassio to Pontremoli was only about 40 Kms…
Every uphill was cursed by mud, rocks and stupid steepness. The downhills were worse. Toes pushed into the top of my shoes… surely the end to ten toenails.
To not watch every step was asking for trouble. I had to look up every 10 metres to make sure I was on the right path and not sending myself into a mud pit or falling on rough trail. Don’t think I’ve ever seen such gnarly trail.
Absolutely ZERO relief as every climb was heckled with a tortuous decent. Ugly. From up to Communications towers, down to creek crossings. Nothing gave relief. If every day was like today. I’d be a broken pilgrim.
Passed a bike rider who’d fallen and a fellow pilgrim who also fell in the last 5 kms. To come this far and break an ankle would surely piss this pilgrim off and ensure to me that there really isn’t a God.
Arriving in Pontremoli and spending an hour trying to find the “Ostello” that wasn’t, almost had me in tears… Almost.
Resorting to the Convento Cappuccini .. Likewise.
The guy that opened the door has a special relationship with Australia and just wanted to talk ( in Italian) about some Priest he met in Melbourne years back….. I, on the other hand wanted a shower and some horizontal relief from surviving a day of technically frustrating trail.
Two more weeks and I will be in Rome. Just need to stay focused and stop wishing Rome wasn’t so far down the “boot”. Still 500 Kms to go but 1,700 Kms done.
Don’t know what tomorrow will bring but I imagine by the looks of the mountains surrounding this place.. I’m in for another like today.
Need to restock supplies. Carrying food and water is a must and the remoteness of the mountain tops hit me today. Must get spare batteries for my Spot Tracker. Compulsory piece of gear.