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the end of the world and beyond!

As you know, students in September easiest to find in the mountains.

Our tribal elders decided to treat this as an excuse to go on the Camino de Santiago, a English pilgrim trail, who still remembered the medieval pilgrims, bound for the place of burial St. James the Apostle. The charm of this road is a kind of uncertainty, which will be tomorrow. We experienced it before placing the first steps on the trail, when at midnight in Madrid coach driver with a truly communist owska malice refused to sell us the tickets and the distance uwiózł six empty, beautiful, waiting for our seats ...

the railway station waiting room wyprosili us for security guards, so wyminęliśmy crowd, surrounding a fight, and we went to the station lawn. Top spots were already occupied by the regulars (equipped with a professional cardboard box), we have made so as one who could and went to sleep. About 7.25 aborigines as one man folded his bags and left the area of \u200b\u200byour lawn efficiently. Before we were able to exchange remarks about the English impressive punctuality, joined by sprinklers, donating a crisp morning shower for us and our whole dobytkowi.

Admission is saved us from the shock, how could we be strict pilgrim life. Indeed, the pilgrim sets out on the road before dawn, carries on his back all his possessions, stick ogania against malicious attacks by dogs, drinking water sources encountered along the way, they gathered chestnuts hand, is struggling with the language barrier, abrasions and brothers pilgrims feet, and uphold the spirit of it passed on the way cemeteries and ancient pilgrim, recalling the wisdom of Ecclesiastes, "vanity of vanities, all is vanity" ...

But even if this is how it looks right objective, from our perspective, the reality camino presented a bit differently. Woke up still in the dark (as in Spain means any hour before 8.00 am, it was usually 6.00), we ate something prepared by the Economic (Martin & Carol), such as scrambled eggs in a memorable refugio, where the light did not work, then someone came back forgotten by a rush on the line after washing, then all we were looking for trekking poles missing, then Diakonia Poganiania (or Sophie) began to play its role and wyruszaliśmy. Showed us the way, arrows and shells, which are usually system to check to see if what the reserve was Simon and his GPS Guide. We passed

medieval churches, weaving projects for the arrival of one Polish and bring in Chełm powstrzymywaliśmy eating one another since the passing of the crop (winogron. ..) and wysłuchiwaliśmy Simon, who, he claimed, arrived on the camino for culinary purposes, namely to eat an octopus. Pulpo-appealing ... -Pulpoo ... -I want puulpoo! Carried by the mountains. So we invited Martha to the city octopus and spaghetti dorzuciliśmy cephalopod. Girls, Forgetting the pilgrim tradition, zapakowały some things on the bus and thus provoked St. James to intervene. Black garbage bag was rated by service refugio by appearances. Goodbye shoes, kurtko, sleeping bag, kosmetyczko, torbo kisielków ... Real peregrino wear everything on their backs ... Though not always his, if not the male part of the expedition, she rozważałabym rid of unnecessary kilograms of ballast in the form of a sleeping bag.

pilgrimage goal has been achieved, both St. James and Pulpo. The last days spent on getting to the end of the world, outside which are now only mermaids, kraken and the edge of the ocean ...

On the beach, everyone can find a job. Sophie picking shells. Simon prężył torso and posed for photos with natural surprise. Janek divided attention between searching for a nice collection of specimens of molluscs and shooting Sophie Simon. Wojtek with a stone and a plastic mesh hunted for fish (and it clearly resented the proposal of one of the girls that can talk to the guy in the cutter and buy something that caught). But Martha Karolina packed up a little wistfully on the sand and collect energy sun. najładniej was in the evening. We climbed to the lighthouse and the high cliff of Cape Finisterrae (finis terrae = the end of the land, because there before the discovery of the Americas ended with the available world) looked at the sky after sunset, and then the stars. For dinner, given the region's specialty: tart St. James, brought by the prudent Simon of Santiago and forbid the eating until now.

buckle, fastening a trip to the unusual experience was hair washing sinks in the train stations, stressful, especially for the waiting boys bathroom. To relieve, we went to shop at the airport in Amsterdam, where after a long deliberation the boys have bought bulbs colorful tulips that, after his return, along with zapuszkowanymi molluscs, hand them to the families of Longing.