This morning we got on the road before 7 am. We passed these guys on the way out of town
and it was more that an hour before we were treated to this
You always have to keep looking over your shoulder to catch it because you are traveling forever west.
The meseta is a lonely place. Nothing really to see except rocks, cut wheat fields, rocks and piles of rocks. Rarely is there a tree so lucky for us it was a cloudy day.
If you zoom in on this picture I hope you can see piles of rocks which have been gathered over centuries and stacked by farmers who are trying to get the best out of their land. Just amazing.
After 6 hours of hiking on relatively level land we arrived at our albergue in Hontanas.
Getting closer! For us that 296 miles from Santiago.




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