Aside from this being, overall, a colossally bad idea for the reasons mentioned in the thread above, and assuming that this young person will do what he pleases, my advice is the MAKE SURE HE HAS insurance cover for when he ends up in hospital...
What will they think of next? A Hovercraft?
Nimbus 2024? Icarus Wings?
I'm sorry but I believe I'm leaving towards a "no"
I think someone on another totally unrelated thread said something to the fact
Just because one can does not mean that one...
For many people, including me, part of the point of walking the camino was to talk to other people walking along the way. If you blaze past people on a skateboard (or a bike), you miss opportunities for leisurely conversations. I get around by...
Please, excuse me. I am not sure I have read correctly: will he have to lie to get his compostela. What am I not understanding? To lie? To get a compostela? I think I need to go and lie down...we are talking here about a pilgrimage? Or not...
I think you’re overestimating the 20%, but he could stick to the road in some sections. There is a solid white central line which indicates the skateboard lane. In Spain it’s traditional for car drivers to sound their horn and shout a greeting...
For your requirements, Camino Lebaniego from San Vicente de la Barquera to the monastery of Santo Toribio de Liebana may be a good choice:
1- It's very near Santander, you can go from Santander to San Vicente (the beggining) in just 1 hour train...
I have recently completed the Camino Frances, which I did Solo. My intention was to walk to Santiago, and it was only whilst walking my Camino, that the idea of continuing to Finisterre and Muxia became highlighted. I hatched a plan to return...
That's one of my favorites.
Here's another, a prose poem:
I OWN A HOUSE
I own a house, small but comfortable. In it is a bed, a desk, a kitchen, a closet, a telephone. And so forth—you know how it is: things collect.
Outside the summer...
The Journey
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice --
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried...
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