Sunday Bloody Sunday

Maybe there is something in this whole idea of having a rest on a Sunday, after all.

Last Sunday morning I was beside a motorway, having just witnessed a car crash, and then walking down its hard shoulder trying to avoid another one. Involving me.

And this morning I found myself here:

Having waxed lyrical yesterday about the Galician time warp and all things verdant, this is the view that greeted me for most of the morning after I nipped off the Camino for a quick coffee at around 9am this morning, thinking I could rejoin it a few minutes later.

No such luck.

At 20.6km this morning’s walk from Gontan to Vilalba was never going to be hugely challenging (ooh, get me), but the route I ended up walking did mean that it was also extraordinarily boring.

So boring, in fact, that I thought that the most visually interesting features along the way that I was likely to be able to share with you were not what you might automatically think of as particularly upbeat.

And I’ve got to tell you that, on first impressions, Vilalba  wasn’t a whole lot more promising.

I thought about posting a couple of photos to give you some idea of just how grey and industrial the towns are round here (in bizarre contrast to the surrounding countryside) and leaving it at that.

But I decided to do a bit of exploring instead.

As is fairly obvious from today’s header photo, my first stop was a church.

I don’t want to offend anyone of a religious bent, but you’ve got to admit that Catholicism does involve a fairly healthy dose of kitsch

After which a breath of fresh air of Vilalba’s back streets felt much more appealing.

And which offered a much better sense of what this town used to be like…

And so to bed.

Apart from some very inspiring messages that are posted on lamp-posts nearby.

According to Google Translate, this means:

“Poles de Chaira roads – roads infindos longos – van cancios are salaios and songs that are salouco”


Good night Vilalba.

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