Kilometres walked: 27
Kilometres to Santiago: 750
Weather: Sunny but cool
Life lesson: Fear is a useless obstacle to success
We walked along the highway to our resting place - an ancient monastery. I had been worried about this leg - everyone warns it's the hardest we will face in our journey. I am really proud to report that we blitzed it.
We climbed a mountain today. Hooray!
The legendary hard task of the ancient route,
A high-pass steeped in history.
Blood was spilled at Ibaneta, 1057 metres above the sea.
But not today. No way.
Early trepidation was put to bed, as we tracked the highway around stony peaks.
The landscape screamed winter; orange-brown carpet hugged the ground around mossy spines that yearned for the sky.
A gushing stream followed our journey, meandering around hairpin corners, ever present. If not seen then heard; shouting encouraging thoughts.
Until we didn't realise we were at the top. So high, patches of ice still clung to the idea of cooler seasons.
A squeal as a gang of weekend motorbike riders round bends, shifting gears into our trance.
The click-boing march of walking poles displaced by louder and more urgent approaches, roaring past.
On their own journey and oblivious to my own inconsequential fears.
The sound carries onward and upwards and then disappears.