Epilogue Day 2: Santiago de Compostela to Brighton. 1200km.
I start writing this sitting on the cold stone of Santiago in the morning, waiting for an old cafe to open, waiting for a plane to fly me home.
James Torr
Sometimes there's a man, well, he's the man for his time and place. He fits right in there. And that's the Dude, in Brighton.
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Epilogue Day 1: Santiago Rest Day. 0km
Today is my Santiago rest day. My chance to rest, relax, recover from the hundreds of kilometres that have passed underfoot in the last 16 days. I should have a lie in. Instead, I'm awake before six.
Day 28: O Pedrouzo – Santiago de Compostela 19.8 km
The last day. The final 20 km. 675 km walked in 28 days, two parts, over two years.
Day 27: Arzúa – O Pedrouzo 19.4 km
I awake in the dorm, my mind skips around in the dark, the muffled light snoring entering my ears through my plugs is a comforting sound, but not enough to send me back to sleep. The last few days have seen our little group become very close. Tomorrow is the beginning of the end of that particular form, and the end of 28 days of walking for me. The thought of this starts some waves of overwhelming emotions.