After the Camino gang returned to the albergue from an evening of museums, castles and tapas. I was getting ready to go to bed when Marcus came to chat and got into the bunk next to me.
The problem was it wasn’t his bunk and there was someone fast a sleep in it. Before I could stop him, he had practically sat on the slumbering man. I don’t know who was more shocked, Marcus or the man?! Luckily the sleeping peregrino realised what had happened and wasn’t angry.
I was up and ready quickly this morning and itching to get on the road. I decided to leave Before the gang was ready. I wanted to call past the cathedral to see if it was lit up and with no crowds; however it was in darkness.
As per usual with cities, finding and sticking to the route is difficult; eventually I found my way out of Burgos. I stopped at Rabé de Las Calzadas for breakfast before heading onto the meseta.
The stories are true, it is flat, hot and repetitive. I made good ground covering 20km arriving in Hornillos, just after 11am. It is a sleepy little village but an oasis in this arid landscape.
I called into a bar and sat with two ladies from Switzerland; Sandra and Lorna. About half an hour later the group caught up. Once watered, we then left for the last 10k to Hontanas.
The sun was out in full force but we soldiered on arriving at our destination. The town is in a small valley and couldn’t be seen from the meseta until you are upon it.
There was very little shade and when there was, you would find a cluster of pilgrims sheltering in it. I stopped with a few in the shade of a tree. I joked we should take it with us.
On the descent into Hontanas, Me and Dirk joked it was like some spaghetti western. We started to whistle the theme to “The Good, The Had and The Ugly” as we strolled into town like John Wayne. (More so from aching legs than imitation)
After booking into the albergue and having the pilgrims meal; me, Dirk and Arnica from Denmark climbed up the hill overlooking the town to take pictures of the sunset.
Stu's Camino 