Chafing, that’s one thing that isn’t spoken about to much in the blogs or books on the Camino, maybe it’s just something people of a certain size suffer. I can’t believe that for a start.I think you can spot those with the same affliction. I call it the Camino shuffle. My wife once told me about a similar shuffle she noticed in the maternity wing.
It’s not like I wasn’t expecting this but boy I wish I could sit in a bucket of ice water.
The blisters aren’t that bad, just one toe giving me gip.
Just about to sit down (gingerly) and sort myself out.
Didn’t get too far today. Walked from Ventosa to Najera, just over 10 miles (16 km), but I knew there was going to be days like this.
When I got up this morning to the sound of Gregorian chanting at 6:00 am I felt fine, legs seemed ok. Put some cream on my feet, checked the blister padding on my toe and set off.
Very rocky and muddy at some parts along the way and some steep climbs into Najera. Spurred on by some grapes, courtesy of the Rioja wine makers I tramped on.
Didn’t get too much time there, just enough to Skype home. Quick bite to eat as breakfast and tidy up feet, then on.
Struggled on the hills up out of Najera. It seems that everywhere here as hills up into them and then, curiously, hills up out again. I know that’s not possible all the way but it seems like that. Maybe at some point it’ll be downhill the whole way.
Stopped at Azofra for the rest of the day. Hopefully the rest will do me good.
Anyway, going to sign off for today as I have to “shuffle” up to the supermarket and cafe to feed the mortal part of me. The spirit has taken a bit of a knock but I’ll be grand as we say.