Narrative, Travel

Journey to Cape Reinga

There were no roosters to cock-a-doodle doo this morning, instead, at around six, a symphony of birds, mosquitoes and other unseen forest animals squealed out a resounding wake up call. I feel groggy; I got six hours of sleep separated…

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Chapter 7

I awoke at a comfortable time the next morning to the familiar noise of people coming and going, packing and unpacking. The bus to Proaza left after 9. By now, most of the pilgrims had left. I packed my sleeping…

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Chapter 6: Jetset to Oviedo

Previous: Chapter 5   I slept better that night, falling downwards instead of to my side. The slant my tent was on was still too big, secondly, my tent was soaked with the morning dew. The sun was already up…

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