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Moscow’s Hidden Stories

We skidded our way across the ice to the base of the towering sombre statues of Cyril and Methodius, the founding fathers of the Russian Cyrillic Alphabet. It was here at their stone feet that our free tour of Moscow was about to commence. Every place we go carries withRead More

DAY 23: Industrial Nature

With the rising sun starting to assert its dominance over the coastal city below, we started our walk heading down the hill from the campgrounds and made our passage through the outer eastern suburbs of Gijon, on what was a lazy Sunday morning. By the time we had made ourRead More

DAY 22: Slowly I turned… step by step – inch by inch!

The Saturday morning sunlight was just peaking its way atop the hills overlooking Villaviciosa as we left our hostel. We started out early today, deciding to take the more direct route of this section of the Camino del Norte. This would follow the N-632, and cut an arduous 8 km offRead More

DAY 21: A Thirsty Day to Wash Away

The rising sun’s streaming amber light was just visible from behind the decorative wooden walls of the cozy corner cafe that I was sitting in. We were having a traditional Spanish breakfast of ‘Tortilla de Espanola con pan’ An omelette of potato, egg and onion cut precisely into a pieRead More

DAY 20: La Isla Bonita

My feet pounded down the steep mountain side, ricocheting off the hard concrete path like a poor ball trapped in a pinball machine. Every step sent a jolt of pain racing up my legs in time to a high chorus of melodic “OW’s!” Yesterday’s 32 kilometres (19.8 Miles) were reallyRead More

DAY 19: The Day We Walked Through Poo to Receive Sanctuary

The day began when all four of us touched the rough granite surface of a boulder rock, where etched into its heart with saffron yellow, were the numbers and letters “417 km to Santiago”. Halfway. We had reached halfway! This morning’s contrasting cool air lifted us up giving us thatRead More

DAY 18: The Adventures of Lilac Brown and Steve the Rock

Lilac Brown has been my code name for as long as I can remember. I created the identity a little under a decade ago when hiking through a National Park in South Australia. I happened upon a dusty grey gargantuan book designed to hold the comments, experiences or complaints thatRead More

DAY 17: New Neighbours

My hair hung in limp clumps, escaping the loose hold of my bedazzled cap. The sun beat down upon us like Mongolian Tatars transcending the barrier of time to ruthlessly round up their victims. We struggled up the steep hills of the hectic highway, zigging and zagging from left toRead More

DAY 16: Comillas – Dominion of the Angel

The early morning mist collided with an ombre landscape of dawn that was being painted before our very eyes. The strong stench of cow manure wafting out from inside a barn (whose colour could no longer be made out) invaded our nostrils and left us reeling. After sixteen days ofRead More