What’s it really like on a Camino
Well, tbh, it ain’t much fun. Take today’s stage. Up and down, up and down, all day. It’s gets old you know. And the pain in the feet, not great. The hamlets and valleys start to blend into one. Then you think of Wales and Lloyd George and he was no friend of Ireland and ok the singing was good but is it enough and you start to go a bit crazy blaming everything on the Welsh. I did make a stick mind, that’s something I suppose.
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