Day 41 - to Finisterre - it is accomplished

As always, thanks to my day and 5000 step sponsors. Today, thanks to everyone who has journeyed with me, encouraging me and supporting me.

After a brief rest, when I was completely out of it, I decided to go for a wander around town. My going was very, very, very slow. Apart from visiting a supermarket, to purchase some necessities, I simply walked along the waters edge, sat down, admired the view and responded to some emails.

Just before the hour I was to meet Linda, I paid a visit to the local church for some prayers. On the way, I noticed a sign for a cafe offering Tex-Mex and barbecue Ribs. It was on the way back to our hotel. We decided to go there. We shared a platter of Nachos, green peppers with cheese, and quesadilla. It was delicious. We then shared a half portion of Ribs. It was really pleasant sitting in a local piazza, eating good cheap food, and watching local kids play.

I was very worried about today's walk. My foot was really playing up. There is no swelling, but each step registers a sharp pain. At 5am, when I got up to go to the bathroom, I could barely walk. I was gripping the wall to get to where I was going.

I had planned a late start, 8am. I got up at about 7.30 and started preparing. Ibuprofen had done nothing do I had purchased an ibuprofen cream which I generously massaged in. When I finally found my feet, it was not as bad as earlier but it was not good. I had also decide to dump Linda's daypack because it is horrible - there is no air between pack and back, so it gets very, very hot and sweaty. Further, a zip down the bottom has rubbed part of my back raw. It was sort of nice to take up my pack again, but it was also heavier.

After a brief breakfast, the hotel owner was very concerned for me. He was very kind and he gave me a card and said that if I got into any trouble that he would come to pick me up. As I hobbled along the foreshore, a local lady, walking her dog, also expressed concern. She tried to encourage me to catch a bus. I had to explain to her that I had walked 40 days and 885 kms - I was not stopping.

The way out of town was all up hill. That turns out to have been a good thing. The opposite of yesterday, going uphill caused no pain... Something about the angle of the foot. Of course, what goes up must come down and the going down was very hard indeed.

Time seemed to flow very slowly. It took me four hours to walk what I could have done in three. It was also a case of "are we there yet?".  The end lay enticingly just around the corner.

I was in no mood, upon reaching the light-house at the end of the world, to enjoy the moment. I took the appropriate photos, bought the "been there done that" t-shirt, and headed home. Unfortunately, there are only three taxis in Finisterre and they were all busy, so we had to walk the 3 kms back to town - all down hill. 

I was starving by this point. i had not stopped all morning for fear of not being able to start again. The second place we saw looked good enough, so we stopped there. As it turns out, it was the third best rated food place on TripAdvisor - it was exceptional. Truly satisfied, we headed up, up, up to our hotel to book in and rest.

I will write a brief something tomorrow in one of the airports.

Hasta el luego...