‘I walked from Ireland to Spain. From ’emotional morphine’ to a flooded tent’, here’s how the 73-day stroll went
Red Bull? After the Jäger?” Omar, the owner of a rural French bar, held up the can and sharpened his gaze.
To my left hung yellow La Rochelle flags. To my right, an electric dartboard strobing a light show ill-fitting of sleepy-Sunday-village-in-France energy. He poured the Red Bull, we cheersed, and I stuck the baguette he offered to my backpack.
An hour’s walk later, I hit 800km. It was day 26 of my two-and-a-half-month Camino from Dublin to Santiago de Compostela.
My Camino was a pilgrimage, but I wasn’t doing it for religious reasons. Nor was I in it for Jäger bombs or free bread. My plan was to hike 170km from Dublin to Rosslare, 1,200km from Cherbourg through France, and 900km across Spain.
