Day 16. A rather coastal day

You should have received your notice about Day 15. It got stuck in the ether.  Lo siento!

There was no breakfast at The Old Seaman Bed and Breakfast this morning, at least not before 0900, so I guess I should be thankful for the bed. I left Celorio a bit later than I expected but was soon on my way, passing by a couple of beaches and then, just before reaching the A-8, I passed by the monastery of St Antolín.

I passed a cock who clucked at me: Bit of a late start, Peregrino!

Despairing of finding a cafe bar, I stopped to eat a tangerine and a banana for breakfast while overlooking a beach on the A-8. I continued on and bumped into Steve from Montana and Collette from New Zealand. They were walking the wrong way and told me they were heading back to a turn-off onto a coastal trail. “Wanna go with us?” “Sure!” And off we went, at a pace rather faster than my normal plod, to follow a trail Steve had found on Gronze, one of the apps used by peregrinos as well as other hikers. There are many apps for the Camino, including Buen Camino which I use. Peter used Wikiloc to find trails. Steve’s discovery of a coastal trail did not appear on my Buen Camino app until much later in the day’s trek.

Steve, Collette and yours truly at Playa de Gulpiyuri. Collette headed back to the Camino, while Steve and I continued on the coastal route. I saw Steve at the end of the day and he reported that Collette had returned to the coastal trail. This particular section along the Camino route is mostly asphalted roads and not all that interesting, and on this sunny warm day, the coast was the place to be.

I accompanied Steve to the Playa de las Cuevas. Here we parted ways. I wanted to have another banana and tangerine and take a break. After resting, I headed off to the Bufones de Pria, more blowholes where the air roared from crevasses connected to the sea. As with yesterday, the tide was too low to see the blowholes geysering.

The waves crash upon the rocky cliff walls
The compressed air travels up though holes connected to the sea and sound like a dragon’s roar.
There was a wedding party at the Bufones de Pria. The photographer was asking the bridal couple to take a few steps back.

I followed the coast nearly all the way to my destination: Ribadesella, another beach town on the north coast of Spain. Most visitors go to the south coast for more reliable hot summers, but the rugged north coast is beautiful, reminding me of the difference between northern and southern California. I will close out with a couple of the many photos I took.

How I spent much of Day 16.

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