Thankfully, the dogs have improved, or I should say, the control of them has. The big, scary ones have all been either on a chain, or behind a high fence. I left Monforte de Lemos in fog, but as the day progressed the sun burnt it off and it was a lovely day.
I wasn't paying attention as I left Monforte de Lemos, and just missed injuring myself on this abnormally low slung overhang!
Looking through the fog.
I met this handsome pair at A Vide, on the way out of Monforte de Lemos.
Chantada, and one soportalis (right)
Chantada (above, and below)
Getting to Chantada was hard work, as I had a couple of big ascents and descents. I had left the River Sil, and this was the day I crossed the Rio Miño, but have now left that far behind too. Approaching the Rio Miño I had to follow a very steep path downhill. It was very rocky, and the way the rocks were arranged so carefully made me think that I was probably walking on an ancient road. Parts of the path hadn't seen the sun all day and so the rocks glistened with moisture, reminding me to take care. The path was so steep that it zig-zagged it's way down the hill, and once over the bridge, the road I chose to follow (less steep) zig-zagged up the hill! Despite the incredible steepness, every available piece of arable land was in use, primarily with vines, but some vegie patches too. The vineyards are terraced, and as I plodded up the hill in the late afternoon, wherever I looked, I could see people out, tending the vines.
Diomondi, at the start of the descent down to the Rio Miño, has a beautiful Romanesque Church, an historical monument.
These bovines watch over one door of the Diomondi church
In Diomondi there were two beautiful horreos.
Just one carpet of chestnuts that I am often having to negotiate.
The only way to access the vines is up steps such as these.
Terraced vineyards, and the last of the zig-zag (downhill) path can be seen cutting diagonally across and down.
Looking down on Belesar, on the Rio Miño. Note the terraced vineyards behind.
A horreo (used for storing grain) in Penasillás, on the way to Alto de Faro - a five kilometre climb is about to start!
Tackling the last bit of the climb up Alto de Faro.
Ermita de Nosa Señora do Monte do Faro.
The cruceiro with the Ermita in the background.
When it came time to push on I had my first real "don't know" moment on this journey. I couldn't find any yellow arrows, only a mojón pointing down the hill. I went that way briefly, it felt wrong and so I climbed back up to check I hadn't missed anything. Still no joy, and so climbed the few metres to the top of the Alto, and again, no joy! I consulted Google maps and decided that I would forgo the Camino and make my own way to Rodeiro where I planned to spend the night. The route it took me was on tiny little tracks, and with no uphills to speak of. At one point, in the distance I could hear a dog/s barking, and was a little fearful. As I approached the small hamlet, the dogs let loose, and were loose, but fortunately their masters were sitting on a wall having a late afternoon natter. I stood still and waited for things to calm down, had a chat to the two men and a woman, and headed off to Rodeiro, reaching my destination about a half hour later.
Looking down from the Alto to the Ermita, where I had my peaceful lunch break.
The path that Google maps took me down - very steep, and very rocky. It was slow work until I got to the bottom!
I am now well past this marker (at the start of the descent at Diomondi), but it is nice to see one not spoilt with graffiti!