Camino de Santiago Francés by bike


Are you thinking of doing the road to Santiago by bike?

I have recovered my diary from the road by bicycle and I will share it with you.

I hope it helps you!

In this Way I made the route of the French road from Pamplona to Santiago de Compostela in 10 days.

In principle on the map are approximately 700 kilometers.

Although some detour through the cities, looking for accommodation and some mishandled detour, I left almost 800 km on my odometer.

I hope you enjoy this chronicle!

Day 1: Pamplona – Torres del Rio (84 km)

In the mythical town hall from where the chupinazo is launched in Pamplona

The adventure begins!

I get up nervous and eager and leave the Hostel where I stayed the first night in Pamplona almost running.

On departure, my first stamp on the credential goes.

The hostel manager looks at me oddly for going out on the road with a double suspension bike to make the “road”, by road, not by road.

Or at least, that is the first intention … and it is the first to say: Good way!

It costs me a little to get to the old town of Pamplona and find the first arrows that point to the route.

In front of the town hall, I take the inaugural photo of my path and start following yellow shells and arrows.

This photo is taken by a man who has been in a group trip for years.

I will meet them several times in different parts of the road, since they follow it by coach.

On leaving Pamplona, ​​through the university, I begin to see the first leg of the road!

Here I begin to cross with pilgrims, and it begins to be more normal to go listening "good way."

Upon leaving Pamplona, ​​the road is a dirt track.

The route goes through several villages, until it starts to get complicated.

Some section of Roman road, followed by a continuous rise and fall.

As the first two-three hours pass, the sun begins to rise, and paints a very sunny day.

The climb to high of forgiveness, is shorter, but harder than I thought.

The stone on the road causes the wheels to skate and more than once have to set foot on the ground.

Camino de Santiago by high bike of forgiveness
Posing with the other pilgrims

It also affects the lack of habit of climbing with saddlebags behind …

Here, a local cyclist tells me that I had better get off the road, that the road is dangerous and that just the day before a cyclist had to pick his teeth through a fallen tree in the middle of the road …

So, I think I want to get to Santiago, and I throw myself on the road.

Here you earn many kilometers until you reach Puente la Reina, a more or less large town, endpoint of pilgrims on foot, with an amazing Romanesque bridge.

Camino de Santiago by bike - Puente la Reina

I follow the path, with a lot of sun, a lot of heat, and it is getting harder and harder for me to overcome the little "stunts" that are coming out.

This section, until Estella, following the path, continues along sections of Roman road and some stairs, so it is time to set foot and load the bike.

Although I think the beating is worth it for the landscape around you.

Around noon I arrive in Estella, I put my second seal in a shelter to burst pilgrims and return to the route.

Shortly after, in Irache, there is the source of water and wine (which comes out of a cellar).

Here I meet Andi and Rubén, a German and a Galician who left the day before Jean Pied de Port and met there.

I decide to continue with them, since I have been 50 kilometers (rarely done so many) to make them more enjoyable.

The section that continues, we do it by road, all by a national road that goes from Pamplona to Logroño, and perhaps 4 cars ahead of us in a 20-kilometer stretch.

Rubén and I allowed ourselves the "luxury" of filming in parallel chatting.

Before reaching Sansol, the road makes a very heavy rise and fall, which ends my strength.

The sun is giving strong, it's 16 in the afternoon, and in Torres del Rio, I decide to stop.

Rubén and Andi decide that they will spend the night in Logroño, so we say goodbye (although not for long).

84 km !!

In life I would have imagined that I would do so much, nor that I would tire so much …

Torres del Rio is a very small town with a hostel.

It is a place where it seems that time does not pass, and where you can breathe tranquility.

The hostel is not bad, although later I will realize that it is one of the most expensive that I will find along the way.

I dedicate myself to sleep, eat something and rest, I am not for a walk on my first day, I am exhausted!

And at 7 pm I will have my first pilgrim's menu for dinner: for € 9 pasta dish, tenderloin steaks with potatoes and peppers, bread, water, drink and dessert …

I go to dinner alone, but there are only large tables with many people.

After 5 minutes, Carlo sits in front of me, a newly retired Italian who tells me: hello my friend! And we started talking about
economy, work, life in Milan and in Barcelona …

Or at least we tried, that my level of English, and English-Italian pronunciation …

After doing the digestion, at 9 and a little, I decide to go to bed.

It's my first day and I'm exhausted!

Day 2: Torres del Rio – Santo Domingo de la Calzada (74km)

After the poor breakfast of the hostel, I go out to shoot at 7:30 in the morning.

I am slowly crossing the pilgrims on foot that I met last night: many Good Road and a goodbye Carlo!

The road starts with a continuous up and down to Santiago, with some very technical stretch of land or with very slippery stone that makes you get off the bike.

In addition, the road becomes longer but with a smoother rise and fall, which I alternate with the road.

At 10 km, the rise and fall becomes flat, and before 9 I am in Logroño …

My first community surpassed! The Rioja!

Arrival to La Rioja

I cross Logroño quite quickly, few photos and a lot of pedal, and at the first pharmacy I buy sunscreen, which I have the arms of yesterday's sunburned.

Upon leaving Logroño, a lake and a path between trees follow, more beautiful than the city itself.

At least for me, I like nature more than cities.

Here I stop to enjoy a banana and a great sausage that I bought the day before.

The road is easier, both on the ground and on slopes, than the previous day.

So it becomes easier to make kilometers.

About 11 in the morning I see very few pilgrims on foot.

The landscape is sunny, green, flat, vineyards and more vineyards.

Camino de Santiago vineyards in La Rioja
Vineyards and more vineyards

After a while, I meet the first bicigrinos of the day: Paco and César, a Catalan and an Andalusian living in Madrid who have been rolling together since they met in 2002 doing the French way.

They tell me that they have done almost all the roads of Santiago: the Portuguese, via de la plata, from the north … and that the French way is the
third or fourth time they do it.

I keep rolling with them, and the kilometers become more enjoyable.

Saddlebags or cart?

The climb to the top of San Antón is quite short, although difficult to climb because of the amount of stone it carries.

We cross the town of Nájera, where we stop to make a tortilla skewer and a clarita.

Paco and César teach me what it is to make the road calm, stopping to take lots of photos, to eat and enjoy

It shows that they are experienced bicigrinos.

After more landscapes, more ups and downs, more conversations and battles, heat, water, etc. Paco and César start practicing French with some pilgrims.

I decide to continue pulling until my scheduled stop of the day: Santo Domingo de la Calzada.

Church of Santo Domingo de la Calzada

I go to a shelter next to the square near the cathedral of Santo Domingo.

Upon entering, I get my first surprise: the hostel costs the will.

It is a hostel that has been open for a short time, huge, with many beds, many showers, plenty of room to hang out, kitchen, etc.

The town has a very cool cathedral, and it shows that it is very touristy.

There are a lot of places where they make pilgrim menus for € 12.

Day 3: Santo Domingo de la Calzada – Burgos (80 km)

Today I leave earlier, and the day dawns colder.

I leave without breakfast, that the desire to face the mountains of goose and to reach Burgos surpass me.

The road is very bearable: easy track roads, light ups and downs and a fairly flat geography.

The only mishap I had was that before crossing a bridge, I turned aside, and it took 2.5 km to realize … so I did 5 kilometers between "free" round trip.

The only difficulty of the day seemed to be that it was the climb to the oca mountains …

In the profile of the stage it seemed much easier, but on the first slope you have to set foot on the ground.

A tiny, slippery stone path makes it impossible to climb …

viewpoints of the road to Santiago
Beautiful viewpoints

The silence and loneliness that is breathed in the mountains of Oca is impressive.

I barely crossed a pilgrim, and the appearance of all the dry trees gives it a somewhat dingy appearance.

The ride became heavier than the bill.

And so it goes on to the monastery of San Juan de Órtega.

Montes de Oca on the way to Santiago
Above!

Afterwards, the road seems flat but has a slight downhill that makes you move miles with a lot of ease.

So it is until Agés: some uphill, and all the way by track and downhill.

Following the national you will reach Atapuerca.

And here one of the surprises of the day.

The rise after Atapuerca is horrible, steep, fatigue tightens and an amazing loneliness.

Road of stones and more stones, in which it is easier to have a flat tire than to climb pushing the bike.

Once above, there are a lot of circles of stones (apparently very old) that give it a somewhat esoteric look.

The rest of the stage to Burgos is on flat dirt tracks and downhill.

The entrance to Burgos forces you to go through an industrial estate and the periphery of Burgos.

Once I reach the center of the old town, I find the new municipal shelter just behind the cathedral.

The hostel is huge: it has 5 floors, it is very clean and the cost to spend the night was € 3.

Upon entering, I see that it has a bicycle parking, and I find the bicycles of Rubén and Andi, the Galician and the German that I found the first day.

I leave a note in the saddlebags to join us for a drink.

After eating the best menu of the pilgrim to date (ravioli, a delicious chicken, washed down with a beer and a rice pudding for dessert) I dedicate myself to look for a bike shop and walk along the river promenade, the cathedral and the Casto Antiguo de Burgos.

Burgos Cathedral on the road to Santiago
Facade of the cathedral of Burgos

At the agreed time, I meet Ruben and Andi, who come with a couple from New Zealand. I did not know that the fame of the road reached the other side of the world.

Pilgrims

This time it touches salad and sole, washed down with table wine and ice cream for dessert.

The fact of being 8 hours on the bike has the advantage that you can eat and drink as much as you want without fear of taking extra kilos.

We ended up lengthening to make some reeds, but at 10, as instructed in the shelters, to sleep.

With Andi and Rubén we agreed that we will go out together in the morning to make the route by bike.

Let's see if I keep up!

Day 4: Burgos – Carrión de los Condes (92km)

After some toasts, a colacao and an orange juice, delivery, this time accompanied, to make the next stage leg.

This stage is quite easy: very flat roads, some paved sections and without great unevenness.

I remember I had the stage, quite steep, but the rest, flat.

We started rolling with some cold.

My teammates warm up very soon, but we soon get an average rate of 20-25km / h.

This is how kilometers are done very fast.

In the absence of 469 kilometers to reach Santiago (or that puts on the seal), we stopped to refuel and we found two new bicigrinos.

They are Alfredo and Juanky del Vendrell, that that same day we will not see them more, but we will find them later …

Combining road and land, (since Andi takes a bike without suspension) we make the first section almost of the stage (a stage on foot) almost without realizing it.

By road, we found the ruins of a convent (which was huge).

ruins on the road to santiago by bike
Ruins in the middle of the road

We pass through several villages, all the way quite light, since we want to face the slope of Mostelares (11% of unevenness on average).

The climb does not present more difficulties.

I had read that if you pass the third day on the road, you overcome everything.

Well at least this is.

From above, the views are spectacular, it is like suddenly climbing to the plateau, since every day we gain meters.

path of mustelares way
Good views

There is another view not so spectacular, like that of my first road prick 🙁

The road that follows, reflects the saying of wide is Castilla!

All the way along a fairly flat track, some downhill, but you look in the direction you look, you see little more than green, a stretch of the English Channel, and the horizon.

After a stretch of track, the road passes next to a national road, so we decided to continue along the side of the road.

Nobody happens.

The last 30 kilometers are like this, road, endless lines, some undulation and wind against.

Each time it gets heavier to maintain the average of 25 km / h.

Finally, we arrived at Carrión de los Condes.

We stayed in a nun hostel.

It is the only hostel all the way I found that it had single beds instead of bunk beds.

€ 7 cost to spend the night, with a PC with internet, although the sister recommends that more Word of God and less internet.

He laments because they don't have bibles in German for Andi. I think Andi is not so sorry.

There we coincide with two more bicigrinos, two Valencians of 57 and 61, who go by road bike, with plastic bags tied with rubber like saddlebags and iron bikes (like the ones you can find for € 50 in any hypermarket).

They do have value!

After shower, menu, walk through the village and rest in the hostel.

Then clean and check the bikes.

We get together with some other pilgrims, from Zaragoza and Castellón.

One of them has to leave the road the next day because of the condition of his feet and the doctor's recommendation.

Tonight I pass the pilgrim's menu, and I make many beers, a squid sandwich and some bravas.

Good Life!

The night cools, and we go to sleep.

Carrion of the counts
At night it seems a bit dingy

Day 5: Carrión de los Condes – León (108km)

It is raining, but we hope it will not last long, and it was.

After toast, coffee with milk and orange juice (pro € 3) we start the route.

Until the entrance of León, the route is flat.

I don't remember much of the road, good average speed, some cold at the beginning …

In some ruins I met up with César and Paco, the experienced pilgrims that I met on the second day.

After a talk, we follow the path, although the same day we meet a lot of times.

After stopping at the village for breakfast the food we carry in our backpack, we leave Burgo Ranero accompanied by the song of the frogs.

This stage has some recommended routes for cyclists, asphalted and with very little traffic, which makes it easy to move forward.

The outskirts of Burgo Ranero

To highlight, before arriving in León, a small town with a hippie-okupa bar (it seems that a commune lives), all painted by signatures of people, both inside and out, which is carried by a thin canon type with a txapela in the head that serves people laughing with Bob Marley in the background.

You order a sausage top, a cheese, some reeds, and the price puts it to eye … but nothing that will ruin you!

As in all major cities, when you arrive you cross lots of industrial areas, roads …

It is rare to see so much civilization after two days seeing plains.

Getting to the historic center of León is quite simple, and without realizing it we stand in front of the cathedral.

leon cathedral bike path
Impressive Leon Cathedral

It's a pass!

Upon arrival, a group of reporters interview us for a local magazine in León that promotes tourism in the city (on TV and after 102 km with these pints!).

Here we meet a bicigrino from Lleida who goes free, a group that recently started from Cantabria, and many pilgrims on foot.

In the queue of the nun lodge (without a doubt, the worst I've been all along the way) you can see the amount that the end is only 300km away and the number of pilgrims who choose León as the start of the route.

The room looks like a war headquarters, it has no ventilation and an atmosphere is breathed …

Above, be careful when you put the donation in the shower, that if they watch you they will throw you indirectly that they do not receive public subsidies.

Leon is a party.

It is May 1 and there are many celebrations of Labor Day. The bars and streets are busted with people.

Afternoon stroll, visit the cathedral, the wet neighborhood, a Gaudí Palace, canes, ice cream and dinner, menu for € 9 with three dishes, wine and dessert.

At 9:30 at the lodge as the nuns close so that you go to Mass.

Rubén told a nun that we would go to Mass. I reproached him, that for lying to a nun God would punish us, and we will see what the road holds.

They turn on the lights and make the call to prayer, to which one responds that he is a Buddhist or does not believe in anything, and the rest laughs.

Above all, those who have taken advantage of the afternoon party in León.

Here we meet Ricardo, another cyclist from Madrid, who was going with a partner of his who has to come back because he has gotten bad.

Day 6: León – Rabanal del Camino (72 km)

Today we wake up more than the breakfast account, but it is full and we decided to leave before 7 in the morning.

We have until we put the few lights that we carry on the bike.

Leon's departure is hard for us to find, and it adds excitement to dodge cleaning teams and people who pick up partying.

We had breakfast in the only bar that is open at that time where we met Alfredo and Juanky.

Today's stage is much shorter than the previous day, although with some slopes.

And something much worse and we did not have in mind: the wind against.

The road to Astorga is quite bearable.

It follows a lot parallel to the road, so we opted for road, and it is done quite quickly.

Much greener than the previous stages.

It shows that we enter mountainous sections and that Galicia is closer.

At 11 in the morning we planted in Astorga.

We decided to stop at the beach of the town hall for lunch a piece of marinated tenderloin sandwich.

In the square we find the first punishment of God. My second prick.

Then, having breakfast, we realize that Rubén also has his back wheel punctured and he has to change it under strict supervision.

Changing the wheel in Astorga
Changing pray in Astorga square

Standing there, Ricardo from Madrid reaches us and joins breakfast, and the route.

Astorga is a city with an amazing cathedral and Gaudí's palace.

People seem very friendly and open. They are used to seeing pilgrims, although people who go by bike always surprise people.

We only have 24 kilometers to reach Rabanal, where we intend to spend the night to stay only 8 km from the Cruz de Ferro, the highest point of the French road.

These kilometers are of a criminal rise and fall, the wind hits us very hard in the face and you have to give pedals to move downhill.

Also, turn to the direction you turn, the wind always comes against you. A man tells us that this is the Bierzo wind.

About 15’00 in the afternoon we arrive at Rabanal del Camino, and we go to El Pilar lodge.

For me, the best of all I've encountered along the way.

It has a special charm, the hospitable ones are the most beautiful we have found, they have a delicious meat pie, and the town is tiny but it is a very pretty one.

hostel el pilar french road by bike
The courtyard of El Pilar hostel

The afternoon is relaxed: ride and provisioning, photos, lots of laughs … and as the afternoon goes by we meet cyclists who arrive at the lodge.

For dinner, pilgrim's menu: first pasta salad and second sole (two huge sole, wine and dessert, rice pudding.

Again € 9 that I know badly pay for how cheap it seems to me compared to the prices we are used to.

The cold squeezes a lot, so we get into a room of the hostel with a fireplace to chat with the rest of bicigrinos.

Many laughs, and soon to sleep, that tomorrow dawns cold, threatens snow and touches to conquer the cross of Ferro.

Day 7: Rabanal del Camino – Vega de Valcarce (74 km)

Dawn with a cold … what laziness gives out.

For breakfast at the hostel they give us coffee with milk and some delicious toasts.

We leave all the bicigrinos more or less at once.

We split into road and road.

I choose the road for solidarity with Andi (and because it is easier), although a short time later we follow the step that will later be baptized as the deer, or Andi the summits …

8 km uphill without forgiving, but not too steeply.

Going up, two new bicigrinos from Vic, the Jordis.

Although we will not meet again until much later …

Once up, we are at 0 degrees and snow water begins to fall, so after the mandatory photo and getting rid of a stone that I had been carrying from Badalona, ​​we decided to continue.

Cruz de Ferro French way by bike
Postureo bicicrino in la cruz de ferro

Tradition says that the pilgrim has to take a stone to the Ferro Cross, to take away all the evils and sins that he has carried in his previous life.

The descent scares a little because the ground is very wet and it is quite steep, although very funny.

Halfway down, Ruben, Ricardo, Andi and I stopped for breakfast.

In the next bar we see that there are the rest of bicigrinos, that each one has gone their own way and at their own pace.

The rest of the way to Ponferrada is almost downhill and quite simple.

We have divided, but we meet again in the castle of Ponferrada.

Templar castle of Ponferrada - French way by bike
Gate of the Templar castle of Ponferrada

The problem is that at the exit of Ponferrada we get lost, and we make a good detour by road to meet the road again.

We bet a cup for the first one to find the yellow arrow.

The road combines road with simple tracks. Up and down.

And a last section attached to the road too busy to circulate with a wind against ice cream that makes it very heavy to move forward.

Rubén, Andi and I get ahead of the group, since we are dying to get to Vega de Valcarce and it's getting late (at least, according to our schedule of arriving at noon …).

We follow a couple of kilometers and we arrive at a hostel where there is no one, so you have to take a bed yourself and wait for the hostel to come.

Little by little the rest of the bicigrinos arrive and we all stay together.

Today dinner is amazing again, soup and a kind of sausage mincemeat with amazing potatoes.

Dinners are getting better every time, and they are kept at the same price.

Even this day, being such a crowd, the multitude of bottles of wine makes us end up a little happy … although it is going well for the cold weather.

Vega de Valcarce road of Santiago by bike
Views of Vega de Valcarce

We are surrounded by mountains.

The O Cebreiro, the biggest challenge on the road, just before entering Galicia, awaits us tomorrow.

Andi, to cheer up, comments that when he reaches the summit a pack of cigarettes will be smoked waiting for the Spaniards 🙂

After a short time and a lot of laughs, we go to sleep, afraid of what awaits us tomorrow.

Day 8: Vega de Valcarce – Sarria (64 km)

Dawn with a cold that peels.

We are 8 cyclists that after breakfast, we are ready to conquer the O Cebreiro.

This road has three variants, one by road, they say impossible by bike, and two by road, one longer with less slope, and another more straight but steeper.

Win 700 meters high in 12 km.

We started to get on a platoon, but soon, Andi separates from the group, gets in the lead and we won't see him again.

The rest we go more or less at the same rate.

I take a stretch, also Juanky, until it starts to snow!

What a snowfall !!

Or cebreiro French way by bike
Tale landscape in snowy O Cebreiro

And finally, we see a sign that says "province of Lugo."

We are in Galicia !!!

We believe we are up.

We stopped to have a coffee with warm milk for breakfast, which is frozen.

We continue with the ascent to O Cebreiro with the hottest body, and we still have a good tram.

Once up, everything is completely white.

Right at the top, a press car appears and decides to take a picture for the Voice of Galicia.

You can see the news from which we fell here.

We would not be very handsome because the photo was not published.

Asking, we realize that we have a wrong detour code, and we have to go back up a lot of more, until we reach almost the Cebreiro mountain pass and go up to Alto de Poio (1350m …).

We decided that with the cold we deserve another rest, so we stop at a bar next to the Alto to make a tea with hot lemon … and they already serve us with a Galician accent!

The descent is very dangerous, very steep, it is very windy and when you go over 30km / h it seems that you are going to fly to any side of the wind that it does.

But we have already loaded the hardest section of the Camino, and with the greatest cold of the road.

The rest of the stage consists of going down, passing villages, descents, climbing lows … all by road.

In Samos we stop to eat, another pilgrim's menu, and we are thinking about whether to sleep there or continue to Sarria.

The worst is over

Some until later.

After lunch, we arrive in Sarria around 5 in the afternoon, and decide that we are tired enough to continue.

The wind against and ice cream is killer.

We slept in a hostel, located on a street with a lot of private hostels, smaller than the usual ones, but for € 10 each we slept in a room for the 8 of us.

After showering and relaxing, we take a walk through the town, have some rods and have dinner.

For dinner, the usual: binge for € 9 per head.

Many laughs, shots of coffee liqueur, Santiago cake with honey …

It shows in the wine and the joy that we have overcome the fat, and that we have just over 100 km to reach Santiago.

The worst is over!

Day 9: Sarria – Melide (74km)

Today's stage is considered shorter than all we have already done, and we no longer have major obstacles.

After a few toasts, a juice and a coffee, we left Sarria with arrows.

Today's road is hard but hilarious.

A continuous rise and fall of trialeras, stones, puddles, more trialeras and more puddles.

The influx of pilgrims has grown in a brutal way, and everyone is amazed to see 8 bicigrinos together.

There are also some lonely pieces

It took us longer than expected to reach Porto Marín, a town that was flooded by a pond, and that moved to the mountain next door.

The village church, with a huge rosette, was rebuilt stone by stone, dismantling it from the previous location and putting it in its current location.

Portomarín

We stopped next to the church and had a delicious meat pie for breakfast.

Well, the gluttony and tranquility surpass us, and we had two pieces of pie washed with a beer.

We are no longer afraid of digestion cuts.

The road continues up and down, lots of villages.

In one of them we cross a group of cows, we see horses, eucalyptus forests.

It is worth 600 km to end up passing here.

In Palas de Rei we get together again and we make a pilgrim's menu almost without hunger.

After lunch, with a lot of laziness, we leave for Melide. AND

The road is spectacular. It crosses a stretch of very green forest and the road goes desert.

The rain making his own

Generally, ordinary pilgrims stop at noon at their destination.

We arrived at Melide around 6 pm and stayed at the municipal hostel.

This consists of a huge sports center with barracks with showers and bunk beds.

In Melide, we will have some beers in a place where they serve you directly from the barrel.

And to top it off, we will have dinner at a grocery store to dine the best octopus I have ever eaten washed down with a few bowls of deliciously murky wine.

Pulp in Melide

It is noted that little is missing, because all the pilgrims in the bar are messing up brown.

Here we meet again with Paco and César, and they join the table.

At 10 minus something, we have to run almost to the hostel, where we arrive just when they are closing.

Day 10: Melide – Santiago de Compostela (54 km)

We have breakfast, and we believe that today's path will be easy.

But at 5 km kilometers, we have the first mishap: Alfredo and Juanky have forgotten the camera in the hostel.

The rest, we wait a little later.

The road is crowded with pilgrims, you can see the number of people who go to do the last 100 km.

The road is still surrounded by green, horses, trees … it's a pass.

Forest and green

The land consists, again, in a constant rise and fall, trialeras, stones, puddles, water.

Juanky is really fucking on one knee, so Rubén and Alfredo share their saddlebags, and he goes as he can.

Every 500 meters, there is a sign next to the road that puts the distance you have left for Santiago, and with everything we carry, we know that it is nothing.

But it is very heavy to see how they are going down and what you need continuously.

The third puncture of the road suddenly appears again and between Alfredo and Juanky they change my wheel.

A lot of pilgrims on foot come back to us that some rhythm take.

Los kilómetros pesan muchísimo, y se nota que no hay prisa por llegar.

Aunque también asusta el hecho de que el camino se acabe.

Hay una montaña, que al menos, en mi mapa de perfil, no salía, justo antes del monte do Gozo, durísima… y le sigue un sube y baja continuo por unas cuestas empinadísimas.

Poco después llegamos ya a una zona más industrial, pasamos por delante de la tele gallega… y el monte do Gozo, la entrada a Santiago.

Desde aquí se pueden ver las torres de la catedral.

Bajamos a Santiago, y alucinamos con la cantidad de tráfico que hay.

Nos perdemos, pero nos cuesta poco encontrar la catedral.

Y por fin, bajando por unas escaleras laterales de la catedral donde retumba una gaita, se abre la plaza del Obradoiro.

La sensación de llegar es alucinante.

Te viene de repente todo lo que has sufrido y todo lo que has vivido para llegar allí, y una vez que llegas, es una sensación indescriptible.

Como, por lo visto, es bastante típico, nos plantamos en el medio de la plaza, tiramos las bicis, nos felicitamos unos a otros, reímos, abrazos y muchas fotos, y nos tiramos al suelo a disfrutar el momento, a saborear la victoria.

Después de 10 días y unos cuantos kilos menos

Es curioso, pero cuando empecé en Pamplona solo no me imaginaba que iba a llegar a Santiago en un grupo de 8 ciclistas, con los cuales hemos compartido un montón de comidas, cenas, cañas, risas, habitaciones, kilómetros, sufrimiento… ¡y la celebración que nos quedaba!

Una vez allí, nos dividimos.

Cada uno duerme en un sitio distinto, y quedamos todos juntos para cenar con otros bicigrinos.

Nos despedimos de Paco y César, que nos explican cómo y dónde envían las bicis a casa, y nos vamos al hotel.

Pasamos por la oficina del peregrino a recoger nuestra compostelana, el diploma que acredita que hemos hecho el camino en año santo.

Ojo, decir que se va por motivos espirituales o religiosos, porque si no te quedas sin ella.

Quedamos a cenar y por 8’50€ nos hacemos la mejor cena del camino, yo pido croquetas brutalmente grandes y ricas y de segundo lenguado, donde me ponen dos lenguados enormes.

De postre, más tarta de Santiago y chupitos de café.

Después de cenar, empieza la despedida, algunos se van al día siguiente temprano… y el resto nos vamos de fiesta.

Pero eso ya no forma parte del camino.

Más información sobre el camino:

Como llevar tu bici al camino de Santiago

Que llevar al camino de Santiago

Bitácora del camino del Norte

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