Nearly there

Well you are getting an extra report as I am only 19k´s from Santiago but after another 50k plus day I finally came to rest at a nice little hotel that has internet the first one in 29 days.

My leaving Ourense was delayed a further 24 hours by the worst case of food/water poisining I have had, it was by far the best whole body enema I have ever had, there was nothing left in me at the end. My first eruption happened at about 11pm just missed the toilet bowel but managed to hit everything else in the bathroom(it was tiny) it was not an emotional moment of the trip watching two days of good food sliding down the mirror,vanity and walls, but as thoughts of Jackson Pollock sprang to my mind my other senses burned from the smell and my taste buds sprang to life at the register of acidic content swirling around my mouth. This continual problem of bringing up solid parts and then nothing but green stuff maintained a steady timing that insisted I sit on a chair next to the bowl after a few hours and a tidy up I had a shower and went to bed, only to remain awake with aches and pains from one end of my body to another as dawn approached I thought well that was pretty tough, then all hell broke loose from the bottom oriface I made it to the bowl and remained there watching soapies in spanish for the next 6 hours, venturing now and then to the bed via a chair. I know the noise of my emotions, sorry my motions was disgusting enough but the waft of the odour was for sure permeating right throughout the floor. But like all good things it came to pass and after 24 hours I was back on the road, allbe it with no food or fluid in the body. I set about just getting some k´s in and drinking as much lemonade as the system would take, I gradually eked out 31k´s but was about 3 and half hours slower than normal. I visted a monastery on the way it has been there in some manner since the first century it is quite large and I was impressed because it is not there to sell it is there for the 12 monks to go about their business in a manner required of there brotherhood, I met one of the monks because he speaks english and I was the only english speaking person there but when the bell rings he made haste for his room and solitude as required, the stonework/brickwork is some of the best I have seen in my years of travel. Interestingly there is a medicine room where since early times they were mixing up herbal remedies all their bottles and pots are still in use.
I stayed in a refugio right next to a pool, beeeeautiful as I just layed in the pool until 9pm.
I was away early feeling great a spring in the step the feet great and a wonderful cool moring with mist hanging in the valleys, it was very dark so my first few k´s were navigated again by my trusty head torch, things were going well and I was thinking of that first beer. I finally arrived at my pre determined lunch spot in great time and perused my book and thought maybe I can reach this town about an extra 7k´s to what I thought I would do, yep!! somewhere I took a wrong turn and a couple of hours later I am yelling over the gate, over the dogs for help in directions and water, finally a lady came out and after much gesticulating I had to go back down this bloody great hill that I had come up and turn left not right, she filled my bag with agua and I was on my way. I came out ahead of my spot and had the option of going back to a known bed or try further along of course I took the later option and next thing I am outside a hotel with only 19k´s to Santiago, I had covered well over 50k´s and was now pondering a record of 70k´s, commomsense and fatigue finally took me inside to a special pilgrims rate and lo and behold the jackpot(internet)so there you have it, a detailed description of whats it is like to have a full body enema in Spain and that I do have commonsense.
Finally there are a few people worried about my feet, I like that, but I can assure you by the time I am home everything will be fine, I always new what a wonderful thing our bodies are, adapting to all things and repairing itself so quickly, but please my feet are not even on a scale to what Roisie and her colleagues constantly go through so channel your thoughts to those a little bit more unfortunate .
Ahhh!!!! Santiago tomorrow, what then!!!!
Maybe Istanbul to Beiging following Marco Polo, ain´t life grand.