Day 17 - Terradillos de Templarios to Bercianos del Real Camino


Albergue Los Templarios was excellent, huge stone sinks in the garden for doing your washing, decent food (lots of good red wine) and I ended up sharing a room with a nice Argentinian

Departed Terradillos de Templarios bright and early, for what turned out to be a fairly dull, grey sort of day with the path following a main road most of the way. Stopped at the village of San Nicolás del Real Camino for coffee and croissant but other than that spent the day wandering along educating myself on ‘China after Mao’.

Checked into the hostel at Bercianos del Real Camino and I discover my gang (Irishman, American and Brit) are staying in the same place, should be a good evening…

 


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