Day 5 and time for a rest
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My room mates start taking off very early. As early as 3:20 a.m. Yeah, you read correctly. I woke up to the rustling sound of packing and getting dressed, looked at my cell's clock and it showed 3:20. My first thought was that my cell is broken, but I was too tired to check it out, and went back to sleep. I knew the American girls had set their alarm at 6:45 a.m. But no real sleep came over me again. My brain was alert, for I believed that it must be some time around 6 already. Well, it wasn't. It really WAS 3:20 a.m. and my cell is fine. I remember someone mentioning in a conversation, that some pilgrims walk at nights. They start off as early as 3 a.m., and walk until the late morning to make sure to get a place in their chosen albergue. I don't see the point in this.
I wake up again around 6, and many are already up and getting ready to take off. But they are considerate, they keep it down, and lights are not on untill 7 a.m. Sharp. The albergue has an 8 a.m. curfew for check-out, so I get up, too. Still, I'm amongst the last to leave, and the container and hall appear kinda eerie now, so empty and silent. I go have breakfast in a bar across the street, and have to wait untill 9 for Sergio and Ana. I don't mind, for today I want to take a short route, 11 km to Ribadiso. The albergue there is supposed to be beautifully located by a river, and I do need some rest.
On my way, I pass another bench with offerings, this time it's home made jam and chestnut cream, and cake.
Shortly after 1 p.m. I go to the albergue. It's a public one, and check-in starts at 1 p.m., so I am the first guest today. The albergue really is beautifully placed at a river, with a lawn for picnic. The bed room, kitchen/common room and bathrooms are all in separate buildings, which used to be a medevial hospital.
Two hours later I'm awake, just to find all the beds occupied.
Later, I want to go make a cup of tea in the kitchen. It's a big kitchen with 4 stoves. But absolutely not one single piece of utensil. Not even the tiniest pot. I go to the restaurant and get my tea and some cookies. There are other pilgrims having dinner, and I meet Stefan from Germany. We sit for quite a while and talk. He walked the whole Camino Frances, 800 km in 3 weeks. So did Kun, Rory and Rebecca, and now I see the difference between those who walked the whole Way, and us who walked just a small part: the long-walkers are quite, serious, reclused. Us, who walk for a week or two, are more talkative and ready to party. But not tonight. We are staying in a public albergue, and it's curfew at 10 p.m. The curfew doesn't mean you cannot come later, but it would be inconsiderate to your room mates to roam around the room while they are trying to sleep. And some albergues even lock the doors after curfew. So I lay in my sleeping bag and listen to the rain because I can't sleep.