After the craziness of Bangkok I was looking forward to experiencing the famous Thailand Islands. I landed late in the night in Phuket, which is legendary for ridiculous priced taxis. It was here I share a cab with a beautiful soul. During our cab ride she recommended that I make my way to a yoga retreat in Chiang Mai. And if a yoga instructor is recommending a yoga retreat, you can bet its good. Continue reading Phuket- #ThaiIslandMadness #Thailand #Phuket
The city street shrinks around me
Unable to stand without the other
As soon as I arrived in Bangkok, I crashed out from jet lagged (after 36 hours of travelling). My next focus was purely on getting my visa for the USA, so that I could do the Appalachian trail across the USA. After I’d submitted my online application I finally thought, maybe I should actually see a little bit of Bangkok?
With jetlag still looming I Continue reading Bangkok- #Thailand #BangkokMadness
I landed out in Belgium late at night, to have the Magician and his father pick me up. The drive went by quickly in a blur. My lack of French not stopping us all singing rock songs together on the drive to the Magician home. Continue reading In France with the Magician
Porto is the second largest city in Portugal, after the Capital (Lisbon). It is split in two by its huge wide river, Douro. There are a number of beautiful metal bridges crossing the river, which makes for picturesque photos. This is a beautiful city to visit, not just because the steep sided valley (coupled with historical artistic architecture) that gives way to continuous beautiful views, but also because the food is delicious here. Especially coupled with Port (fermented wine) that is made here. If you haven’t tasted it, you get red, rose or white varieties. However, the more aged the Port is, the stronger and better the taste can be (similar to whiskeys). Basically if you like sweet wines with a strong fruity flavour, you’ll probably like Port.
The morning started out strange for both of us. In just over a day, we’d both be home. The Magician would then be flying to the UK to meet my family. It was the times we would get to know who we both were outside the Camino. The Magician had never seen me in my staple clothes of dresses and jeans. And it was the same for me, with the Magician. With stress running high over breakfast we had a ridiculous argument over something completely minor. This left me feeling distant from him, unsure of who he was, where we were going. A strong need to pull away and protect myself started to emerge. Echos of warnings that ‘this is a holiday romance’ from friend’s echoing back through my mind.
The Magician and I didn’t have much time in Porto, but also wanted to enjoy a little shopping. From walking on the Camino I knew I’d lost some weight, but I was excited to see how much. Pacing round the changing room I struggled to find clothes that suited me, but immensely enjoyed the fact I was back to a healthy size for my body. The first time in over 6 years!!!
Wanting to make sure we still enjoyed some of the city, we spent the afternoon on a tour around a Port distillery and had a boat trip along the Douro. To be honest these felt like simple easy touristy things to do. Which was fun, but it felt very gimmicky and didn’t really give us a feel for Portuguese people, culture or the history of the town. On the plus side we did get some nice views of Porto from the Douro river. The distillery tour could have been better if we’d had time to stop and taste the port (but unfortunately we were running out of time and had to make a run for the last boat trip of the day). The evening we spent at a vegetarian all you can eat buffet restaurant (da Terra) which made up for the hectic running around we’d done all day. The variety of food was amazing, and I think its sufficient to convince even the hardest critic that vegan food can be tasty and doesn’t just involve carrot sticks.
My Camino was over. It was hard and weird seeing everyone else continuing to walk. The little seed that wanted to keep walking was taking route inside me. But I wasn’t sure how that would work with the Magician and me. We’d talked so much about having a project together. This didn’t really cater for me continuing to hike (let alone for a long period of time). Then after the silly argument in the morning, I was beginning to turn into my little self protective bubble. I was feeling it was so much easier to just run far away from having an honest conversation with the Magician about my wants. Distance continued to step between us and stress running high lead to another ridiculous argument on our way to the airport in the morning. I left Porto alone on my way back to England, day dreaming that life would be easier in complete isolation. I wouldn’t have to deal with any honest difficult conversations.
She is glorious
This was the end of my Camino, and the day that I would have walked over 1,000 miles. I’d started my journey with a number of expectations on the solitary nature of my walk, but the universe had other plans and I’d spent nearly my entire journey with the Magician. Nearly the entire walk we’d marveled Continue reading Camino Day 79: The End of the Camino in Santiago
The Magician and I were both in high spirits as we set off from Cee. Every few steps taking a moment to enjoy the autumn sun on our skin. Marveling at the warms so late in the year, especially after the few days of rain Continue reading Camino Day 78 (Cee to Fisterra) 20K- #CAMINO #HIKING
Pushing, shoving, taking
No giving, no patience
All to stand in another queue
So it turned out we all survived the night and slowly one by one left the creepy municipal at Vilaserío. The Magician woke in an epic-ally bad mood. He had a very serious case of man- flu, fueled by a need for space to himself. He set off from the municipal alone, leaving me to slowly catch Continue reading Camino Day 76 -77 (Vilaserío to Cee) 30K- #CAMINO #HIKING
Our Camino family woke earl-ish in the morning, setting off from the albergue all together. Quickly we separated into two groups. My Brother, a beautiful Spanish woman and I walked together all morning. With light- hearted conversations, we spent most Continue reading Camino Day 75 (Alto do Mar Do Ovellas to Vilaserío) 26K- #CAMINO #HIKING
Life in different passages
Guides on adventures
Indigious living in harmony
Tourists blasting through
Spliting the silence with their noise
Footprints cast in stone and sand
Never to be lost
In the Costa Rica land
Lush green surrounds me
Birds of paradise life to the air
Time halt, life lingers
Pausing required of your busy mind
Questions your destiny to date
Reflecting on paths to take
We had a lie in this morning before heading out to grab breakfast with our Camino family. This was strange as it was the first time we’d walked without our back packs in over 2 months. Leaving our feet and shoulders feeling magically lighter. Unfortunately we needed to make our flights from Porto in a short week we had to keep walking today if we would reach Finisterra and Continue reading Camino Day 74 (Santiago to Alto do Mar Do Ovellas) 16K- #CAMINO #HIKING