I’m reading these blogs of people currently walking the Camino – and they’ve been walking through rain, or mud, or extreme heat.
I had none of that.
I had maybe two days rain, tops. And the temperature was always cool and refreshing. For the 31 days of my Camino, (28 days walking, 3 rest days) the one day it poured with rain coincided with my rest day in Santo Domingo. The other couple of rainy days, the rain was light and intermittent.
I said jokingly to Steve that I took my weather with me – but I also said I never worried about the weather. If it rained, it rained. If it was sunny, it was sunny. It only ever affected what I wore, and whether I covered my backpack.
I walked the entire Meseta in glorious weather. Only on one day – near Sahagun – did it threaten rain. A storm came and went, and it made the walk very theatrical for me, and I put my rain jacket on for about half an hour, but that was it.
Steve left about three weeks after me, and he had bad weather. So I did my walk in this little pocket of amazing weather.
Here’s the thing though – back in Australia several weeks out before I was due to leave, I was watching the forecasts and they were predicting lousy weather. Lingering snowstorms, rain, cold temps etc.
I seriously considered bumping back my trip by… yes… three weeks. If I’d done that, I would have missed that window of fine weather I had, and I would have walked with Steve in the rain. Because the alternative date I was looking at was around about the time Steve left SJPP.
But my PGS told me to stick to my dates, even though it appeared I’d be walking through horrendous weather. That’s why my pack was loaded up with gaiters and thermals and snow gear. None of which I used. I got to Pamplona and posted them on ahead.
So, funny the way things turned out. Probably if I’d met Steve I would have thought him a meth-dealing biker, and he would have thought me a film-type wanker.
This way we met on the net and we’re good mates!!