Day 2 Wednesday
Sleeping with two alpha males was not the nightmare I expected. Peace reigned over the mountains and there was no exerting their manliness via a noisy nasal band of sinus sufferers. The small hut, with a 6ft 6inch French guy and a short 6 ft 1 inch Englishman was cosy….. my midget like stature had me sleeping on a mat folded over three times while they had single cushioning.
Awake before the sun came up at 5am, we were keen to get moving and find food. We were hungry.
We left as Idris sang God save the Queen in fine French accent.
TOUGH hills…. no shops…
Made me think my GNW 100 miler days are over. Pack is heavy. Henro hat, stamp book and stupid stuff to carry. Bloody pilgrim “journey”.
No food…… mountains. Miniscule Cliff cookie for sustenance until the 6 Kms of mountains is complete.
Should have done a Bear Grills and killed this dude..
Would have swallowed the bugger whole. Starving.
Vending machine at Temple 12 will deliver coke… surely…..
Hot and not enough food. Pushed on. No wonder the locals catch the bloody bus. Never believe the book. Shops are not always there….
Tokushima! Finally we found a Lawson (like a 7-11) before Temple 17. Decided to keep moving forward towards Temple 18 until we saw a fine Scottish restaurant where Andy consumed numerous variations of super sized dishes from the menu.
Stopped at a Lawsons to stock up… because we could….
The Henro hut we were looking for at a major intersection ended up being a tool box that was locked and not big enough to squat in…. Pushed on a couple of kilometres. It was getting dark and we were on a major highway. Finally, on the side of the expressway… we were in luck. No doors, noisy and pretty windy, but, home for the night 😒