Day 5: to Vigo

The problem with cities and towns are the suburbs between the outskirts and the centre and these are often unattractive. As Baiona is a port, there were the usual port industries.

The hotel's dining room was small and breakfast somewhat basic. That's the trade-off staying near the centre of cities.

Less than an hour's walk brought us to A Ramallosa with this pretty roman bridge. Lots of photos were taken by pilgrims.

Another view.

Can you tell that I liked it?

The modern counterpart for road traffic.

Nigrán, on the coast, is a popular tourist destination. It had many attractive shops. I decided to treat myself to a coffee and brownie.

The path hugged the coast and offshore were the Islas Cies.

As the total length of my Camino is 200 km, I was almost halfway there.

One of the clearer views. I was lucky to have good weather. Galicia can be rainy.

A panorama.

A water trough for soaking one's feet. I think this one didn't have potable water, but there were many sources of that on the way. Around here I also encountered a self-service stamping station for the Credencial.

I had intended to wait until I got closer to Vigo before taking lunch, but no good places showed up. At the last peak before descending to Vigo I took a refreshing beer at a bar. Surely there would be an eatery in the outskirts.

Unfortunately the road ran through uninspiring suburbs with car dealerships, outlet stores, gyms and similar. It was also a warm afternoon which wore me down more. I gave in and had a late lunch at a fast food outlet. At least I enjoyed the air-conditioning and the huge cold drink.

This was the only photo I took that afternoon was of the street escalators—Vigo is a hilly city The hotel was at the eastern part of Vigo and t took me an hour to traverse the city. I didn't look like a pilgrim though, no huge backpack, no scallop shell or other paraphernalia.

Dinner was not included with the hotel room or charged for as the agency felt that we would prefer to make our choice from the many fine restaurants of Vigo. So I had a Spanish tortilla at a nearby eatery and called it a night. It was one of the more tiring stages, at 26 km and perhaps a couple more due to crossing the city. The boring suburbs didn't help.