Most abiding memories of this section are a streaming head cold and pouring rain. There was someone coughing and spluttering at our first Alburgue and I blame them. Certainly a cold developed from that moment on and by today it was in its full glory. With head pounding through the Paracetamol and wet getting everywhere we trudged through the pouring rain. The guide book got soaked, our boots filled with water and this is the only photo that survives of that day…….
Even the coat has had enough.
At Golega though we found our Albergue which offered a twin room complete with an oil filled electric radiator. Most but not all of the clothes got dry by the next day.
The Way 
Feeling a bit that way myself. Haven’t walked through driving rain, but feel shrunken and shaky and achey, as for the onset of flu. I hope it’s a para-cold, such as I often get, that will turn into nothing.
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