Leaving Rodeiro, heading for Lalin, I decided I would go the shortest possible way, which was along the service road running parallel to the main road. This, being Saturday, was not as noisy as it might have been and turned out to be an easy walk, a gentle uphill for about 7 - 8 kilometres, and an equally gentle down hill for the same distance into the town. This meant I arrived at lunch time, with plenty of time for chores, a siesta, and a look around the town.
The town Hall in Rodeiro
On a roundabout in the centre of Rodeiro is a wheel - a wheel of the traditional 2 wheeled Galician cart. Behind this, on the left is a lively little statue of two eldery folk in traditional dress.
Walking this way also meant that, compared to other days when this wasn't possible, I could do a bar crawl! There were a number of bars along the road where I could stop off and get a drink, usually coffee. In the last bar I stopped at, obviously a hub for the village as well as a watering hole for travellers, I met Rachel. She spoke fantastic English and it turned out she had also walked the Camino. She and her friend were heading up to the Alto de Faro for a walk on this morning. Through her, I was able to find out what looked like grass mats hanging on pegs were. It turned out that they were wet weather gear - very ingenious, and probably effective, in times gone by when modern fabrics didn't exist.
Rachel's friend modelled the tradional rain gear for me. Behind his left shoulder you can see the knee pads that were to keep the bottom of the legs dry when walking through the grass. From memory, I have seen people wearing clogs (wooden shoes on peg ,"stilts") in Galicia too.
Lalin has a lot of special pork dishes and this "monument" commemorates this. Bit bigger than the pigs in Adelaide's Rundle Mall!
I met a couple of blokes out on an evening stroll at the top of this hill. They assured me it was only three kilometres to Ponte Ulla. An hour and a half later, after setting a cracking pace downhill, I got there! They were obviously thinking in the car, or maybe as the crow flies!
The albergue at A Laxe, where the Camino Invierno and Camino Sanabres merge.
Both days I was blessed with sunshine, bordering on too hot, and wonderful views.
Another surprise! Sunday was a hunting day. This was the first group of hunters I came across, then after lunch I could hear gunshots. When I noticed that the path was heading in that direction I decided it was time to put on some hi-vis gear! I rounded a corner, and found a group of hunters chatting, so checked that it was safe for me to continue!
Walking through the forest at one point I became distracted taking photos. I knew there was a Roman bridge somewhere, but I was not prepared for the lengthy stretch of roman road, nor the beautiful location and condition of it. It is extraordinary to think that these still exist after hundreds of centuries, yet so much of our modern infrastructure seems to fail after just a few decades. Granted, the traffic is more dense today, but chariots of old would have been pretty rough too!
The Roman bridge in the midst of the forest
The stones fit so well and still stand after all this time.
A chariot ride down this road would have been a bit bumpy.
I amw now in Santiago, having started this post several days ago. Will tell you about my last day of walking next time. Wifi has got slower and more difficult the further West I go, so I am now behind in my posts.