Nodge's Travels

Well following my hallucinations on arrival in Muxia things have settled down considerably. So much so that I now realise that it was King Felipe VI who was there to greet us, and not Juan. No wonder I didn't spot him! Seemingly Big Phil took over the gig 8 years ago. Big Phil - yesterday The main news of the last 48 hours is that I have secured two new commercial contracts. I am to become the new face of Milletts, as well as the new Tango Man after one of my readers passed the photo below onto a top London agency. Furthermore, I am in discussions with aging jock rocker, Rod Stewart"s team about a lead role in the video for the reissue of his old hit "Do ya think I'm sexy" .. ..("if you want my body, and you think I'm sexy, come on honey let me know, just reach out and touch me etc etc ") Our first real action yesterday (aside from ablutions, which I'll spare you the details of) was having a swim in the ocean. The beach was lovely and the water...

Our last day of A to B walking. And 24k, a long one. With a reasonable weather forecast we'd decided that we weren't going to rush this one. It's a time for mixed feelings. Part of me is glad that the end is in sight. A rest; no getting up at silly o'clock etc. But it signals the end of the adventure, the loss of routine and rhythm; and above all, the excitement of new places. Getting to the sea; the very western end of Eurasian land mass is hugely significant for me. I can't articulate why exactly - partly the simple fact that we cannot go any further West, partly there's something powerful and special (maybe spiritual) about the ocean? There's definitely something else, but I just don't know what. There were the standard moody clouds and colours to greet us as we set off. Today they just looked less threatening. As always, there was the threat of rain, but far less so than the past few days. My walking tracker had been playing up for several days, so ...

Another miserable Monday to wake up to. Get dressed in the half light; get into the car barely compos mentis, and prepare for the battle of the M40 and M25. The joy of Staines, and another week on the treadmill of corporate pointlessness awaits. Or as the Sex Pistols so accurately described it..."shovelling shit from one place to another". Well it wasn't really quite as bad as that; but you get the picture? By contrast, this Monday felt rather similar. Low lying cloud and teeming rain to open the week. With c18k to walk, motivation was low. Actually, non-existent. The forecast gave a glimmer of hope....it might ease a bit in 5 hours time. Seriously, what am I doing here? Especially when the rest of the Iberian Peninsula is sweating in record temperatures. Have a coffee. Our beautiful smiling host at Monte Aro lifts our spirits as much as she can. It's changed from teeming to that utter shite fine rain that just drenches you without battering you. Sod it, vamos; let...