- Time of past OR future Camino
- First one in 1977 by train. Many since then by foot. Next one ASAP.
September 21, 2021, a week or so after I injured my left ankle, I was still (stupidly) trying to walk as much as possible and to stick to my planned itinerary.
I set off from Astorga that fine morning wearing compression wrap on my foot and using (first-time ever!) Nordic trekking poles. They didn't help much. The foot was complaining by the time I passed the Ecce Homo chapel.... And by the time I got to El Ganso I was a wreck....
I staggered into the nice restaurante next door to the (closed) Cowboy Bar, got a cold drink, and asked the manager about bus service from El Ganso to Rabanal. "Oh , yes! In fact, there will be a bus along any minute now! Hurry! Hurry!" He pointed me to the rear entrance to his restaurante, and to the small quiet plaza beyond.
Twenty/thirty long minutes passed.... Nothing.
An elderly local man on a near-by bench watched me sitting there. He finally came over and said "Good morning..... Are you alright?" I explained the situation. He said, "You've been misinformed, Father. There will be no bus today." We chatted pleasantly . "I suggest this," he said. "I will drive you to Rabanal in my car. And you will pray for me at the shrine of the Apostol."
He did, and I did. ... Deo gratias.
I set off from Astorga that fine morning wearing compression wrap on my foot and using (first-time ever!) Nordic trekking poles. They didn't help much. The foot was complaining by the time I passed the Ecce Homo chapel.... And by the time I got to El Ganso I was a wreck....
I staggered into the nice restaurante next door to the (closed) Cowboy Bar, got a cold drink, and asked the manager about bus service from El Ganso to Rabanal. "Oh , yes! In fact, there will be a bus along any minute now! Hurry! Hurry!" He pointed me to the rear entrance to his restaurante, and to the small quiet plaza beyond.
Twenty/thirty long minutes passed.... Nothing.
An elderly local man on a near-by bench watched me sitting there. He finally came over and said "Good morning..... Are you alright?" I explained the situation. He said, "You've been misinformed, Father. There will be no bus today." We chatted pleasantly . "I suggest this," he said. "I will drive you to Rabanal in my car. And you will pray for me at the shrine of the Apostol."
He did, and I did. ... Deo gratias.
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