After a few days in Santiago de Compostela we are on the move again.
We caught a bus to Finisterre on the Costa da Morte ( Coast of Death) - named after the high number of shipwrecks along the coast.
The bus journey had about 20 stops and wove in and out of little fishing villages.
The bus route is used by locals and a lot of peregrinos that had run out of steam and opted out of walking to Finisterre - in Roman times believed to be the end of the known world - from Latin finis terrae.
This place smells of the sea! Seaweed aroma in the breeze, the hustle of a thriving fishing fleet and an active port.
After being folded up like oragami in a bus for a few hours it was time to stretch our legs. We walked around a little coastal track that led to the castle of San Carlos.
Built in the 18th century to protect Finisterre from the pirates that arrived on its shores, it was the victim of a fire during the War of Independence and is now a ruin with a small museum.
As we came around the old castle battlement path we came across a group of women that had been harvesting sacks of seaweed. I wonder what they use it for.... garden fertilizer or something more commercial?
Very traditional working sea portNice to see the local doctor honored in bronze D Francisco Reciman.
Graduated in Medicine from the University of Santiago de Compostela in 1921, and from 1924 he was a doctor in Fisterra. He was a major patron of the fishermen's guild, a great scholar and was awarded the Medal of the Civil Order of Health for various studies on typhus.
It's not all holiday beer and skittles. After our wander around the harbour we had our chores to do - bonus our digs has a fabulous coin operated washer dryer for guests! They know that peregrinos are going to hand wash, most likely in the bath tub, so a smart move on their part to supply this for guests - we like it!
We often buy things from the local store and create a bite to eat in our wee casa. A small shoppibg purchase pictured below was €6.40 approx - NZ$10.50. Not bad value, lovely big bag of mandarins, croissant for brekky, vino, bubbly water, snacks for the trail tomorrow 👌
Home made tapas with local produce in our wee casa.
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