After breakfast we all went off to the hairdresser. We asked if we could have a deal as there was three of us. She said we could all have our cuts for 10€50 each. We were delighted, and she told us to return at four o'clock.
It was now about ten thirty and Di ang Gil wanted to go to the pilgrim's mass at twelve. I also decided to go just to have another try at videoing the fumerio.
Meanwhile we decided to go over to the Paradores hotel for a coffee so we could have a look inside. The rain was coming down in sheets again and there was some filming going on in the square. About twenty people were wearing just white shirts with bandanas around their necks and white umbrellas everywhere. It was the Spanish version of Master Chef.
Restaurant section in Paradores.
One of the contestants when they came inside. I peeked in a window.
On the way to mass another long line waiting to get there compestellas. I went the next day, as all I wanted was a shower.
I managed to get a good spot for video, but again people got in front of me at the last moment. They only came in just as the fumerio was beginning. I got a little bit of footage which isn't too bad, but the three hundred euro seat in front of the altar is the prime spot.
After the mass we sloshed back to the hotel and had a bite to eat in the little cafe next door. Then it was back to our rooms where I did some hand washing.
On the way to get our hair done, we called in to the tourist information office and checked out busses for Finisterre. Di and Gil have planned to walk there to finish their Camino and wanted to check return busses. I wanted to find out the times for tomorrow as I might go out there as the coast looks lovely. The problem being it is a three hour trip, and being on a bus for six hours in one day doesn't really get me excited. If I go at nine there is not a bus back until four.
We returned to the hairdresser and she was a terrific cutter, and did a lovely job. She even shampooed and massaged afterwards. True to her word, she charged us only 10€50 each.
When we left, the sun made a brief appearance so we went to see if we could get some photos around the cathedral plaza area.
I don't mind him being exhausted but I dislike the fact that so many bring dogs along. This dog's ribs are showing, his doggy bits are very swollen and his pads look a bit worn. Dogs were never meant to walk on such surfaces as rocks, blue metal, gravel and such for long periods. Plus the poor thing is exhausted.
My model for today. The pups are gone, so I think they must have sold them.
The sun was short lived but it remained quite cold. We found a reasonable place to eat, called The Galleon, which actually had the kitchen open before eight. We had trudged around near the hotel, across a park, and back to the Old City trying to get an early meal. All that is available before eight is snacks or tapas. It is very frustrating at times. We find the constant noise an assault on our ears. It's loud music, dogs barking, kids screaming, Spanish yelling and all manner of others. It is a cacophony of discordant sound.
One place where it should be peaceful is a lovely little park nearbye, and usually it is but tonight in funfair night which I think goes all weekend. It now adds another level of noise to the existing.
I have, while writing decided not to go to Finisterre after all. I think if I saw people throwing their clothing and boots into the ocean I would see red. I find it appalling when there are so many poor souls here who could use any extra clothing they could get. My beggar has his beanie pulled down over his ears, and always gives me a smile when I pass. So, I could not bear to see such waste. Why they go to Finisterre I'm not sure, as it was a pagan ritual which began centuries before Christ was born. Oh, well I suppose everyone has their own thoughts and feelings on the matter.
Manuel has suggested I take the train to a nearbye town on the coast, called Coruna. It is about a thirty minute train trip, so that is what I shall do. Hopefully I might get some rain free time to look around.
Di goes for the crop as she got the girl to razor out all the colour. She is going to embrace grey.
If I'd known so much of my grey was showing I would not have suggested this shot!