We stop for coffee in sarria, then head out of town along what appears to be a very old road / path, in stark contrast to the highway many metres above, and the rail-line one must cross. A train passed just after we crossed, with toot and big wave from the driver for the humble pilgrims.
It is then a steep climb, to above the highway, through many farmyards or villages. It is difficult to tell sometimes. The narrow path is sometimes a little crowded with bikes pushing their way past, but we try to be civil.
The MAGIC 100Km marker is passed!
We are then wonderfully "held up" by a 4ft nothing old woman heralding her cattle in between taking calls on her mobile phone- what can we say?
Then into Portomarín, beside a large body of water, with beautiful cool breezes coming off the water. Until we see the steps into town!
We stayed at the municipal albergue, at the distant end of town. Modern building, though few windows, a very crowded feeling, and with what felt to be little care.





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