Santiago . . . On our way

One last crappy detail about our day. I did a Skooby Doo fall on the slate/rock/dirt road and now have a base ball sized bruise on my butt, giant bruise on my quad and took skin off the other side of my thigh. Definitely a Kodsk moment with me on the ground with the bike in a stream of water crying. Awesome! At one
Point I thought, people get paid to do this on "reality" tv, and I'm calling this a vacation? I need my head examined!

Jen no longer had any breaks so once we finally found the carreterta (road) we couldn't ride anyway. Walked forever & pushed our bikes to a town (which is a joke. It's like calling the McClelland Dairy a town just because it has a tractor, 2 people and a house). Anyway, walked into this cafe absolutely freezing (because yes, it's still raining) and we found some awesome Spanish guys who were walking the camino. They said we looked the way they felt an hour ago. CAlled another taxi. 2 showed up. 1 for us plus Spanish guy with blistered feet and 1 for the bikes. The taxi took us to a bike shop where we dropped off Jen's bike and my shoes. After stopping at approximately 6 refugios, we ended up at a 3 star hotel which was also completo. Making a long, miserable, almost muerto story short...after waiting around for 2 hours (waiting for the bike repairs) there was a cancellation and they gave us a room. I'll fix this posting later because there are so many details I'm leaving out that made this day truly awful, it needs to be documented. I'm not tucked into bed and
calling this a day!!!

Day 9: Sarria -

We're sorry-ia is was so hard to get to Sarria! To summarize, no brakes on the bike this am. Didn't get started until 9:40. 8km in, almost got tan over (no, I'm not kidding) by a semi. Apparently the freeway was closed & traffic was rerouted onto our tiny road. After I almost muerte, I burst into tears and we took a taxi up the hill. Oh, almost forgot about the POURING rain. Into the fog we went. Got dropped off, decided to take a "short cut" which took us down a 6" ft wide (no kidding) "road", which was dirt/mud with a stream running down the middle. 6km on foot later, I had no cleat (spelling) & could no longer clip in/ride with both feet...

Bikes loaded on a taxi!

We decided to load our bikes and ourselves in a taxi due to the main
autoroute being closed and all of the traffic being routed on to our
little two lane road. After one too many large trucks came within
inches of us, we stopped at the next town and the nice lady who spoke
French called us a cab. We are now riding in the cab, in the fog, in
the rain and we are having the taxi cab driver drop us off about 20 or
so km ahead. We are hoping at least out of the fog. We decided
maintaining our sanity, reducing the amount of tears and maintaining
our lives . . . This will be the best 70 euro we have ever spent!

Wow - what a crap-ass day (excuse my French). It started raining somewhere on the
Other side of the mountain and didn't stop all day. We were Both soaked to thebone. Only did 50ish kilometers and now have another GIANT hill ahead of us again tomorrow. Looks like Santiago Is only 220km away. 3 more days and we're home free or I suppose I should say homeward bound!

Medival Albergue

We stopped here to get a stamp. It was cool. They had a fire going to
warm your hands which we took part in. It was really cold! These
signs were in front of the albergue.