I’ve been truly missing in action today.
I’ve had my head down on the last section of the book. Climbing up into O Cebreiro, meeting a bunch of Brazilian riders who were starting off there and riding into Santiago.
There were some pilgrims I walked with who didn’t like the Brazilian riders. They thought they were elitist, and the horses were fouling up the way with their manure.
Certainly we always had to step out of their way when they came through. I’d hear a high pitched whistle behind me, then I’d turn and see it was the cavalry coming again. I’d have to step off the track and wait till they’d trotted past.
Then avoid walking in horse shit.
For me, they were pleasant enough. They were certainly well heeled. I saw women with Hermes scarves and men with Patek Phillipe watches.
The reason they were always passing me was because they were always stopping for drinks or long lunches. They sat on terraces and always angled their faces up to the sun, to keep their suntans enriched.
I went into a bar where they’d stopped, and they were paying for expensive bottles of wine with credit cards. Credit cards!
Anyway, I tried really hard not to judge them. It was the last section of the Camino, and I saw it as a final test for me. If I judged them, I failed.
I might have just scraped through on a D minus.