After lunch at Cee, at the moment where laziness had reached its highest peak for the day, we started to climb up intensely. Camino Finisterre was tough on us, but, hey, no pain, no gain – the efforts made it up for the golden kilometres that followed…:)
Soon after we were out of Cee we saw a wide deserted beach and we immediately left the road, dropped our rucksacks and spent some high-quality fun time on it. The weather was splendid, the water was crystal clean, and 3 pilgrims were enjoying themselves.
Somehow we motivated ourselves, put the rucksacks on our backs and went on. The way continued to be a pleasure to our eyes. Before we’d realized it (but not before another abrupt ascent) , we were looking at Finisterre in the distance. Was it really Finisterre? I was struck by the thought that this was actually the end of our pilgrimage and this second of thought was utterly saddening. However, I could not afford myself to concentrate on depressing too much as a steep descent covered with abundance of small stones lay ahead of us. It seemed almost vertical from above! Of course just when I was trying to engage all my thoughts in the activity of descending down the slope, a number of pilgrims appeared from somewhere and joined the party. I just could not help myself thinking how if I fall I hope no one would be affected around but luckily all went fine.
And then another desert beach with turquoise water…
We walked by the road for a while, which I usually find truly appalling but this time the views on my left were so overwhelming that I could not care less. Finally we were at the very beginning of the splendid beach of cape Finisterre. Several kilometres of fine golden sand, clear water and this immense sense of freedom and opportunities. We sat at one of the stone benches, just savouring the view. What else could we do? The simple pleasures of life.
From there one can generally choose either to walk on the inside path, or, like us, walk on the beach. Beach walks with your backpack and clothes on are not the best of experience, especially at noon but we managed somehow. We checked in the second albergue that came in the way. There was a perfectly nonchalant guy playing a guitar at the front and he did not let us hesitate much after sharing that he’d been for a couple of days already in this place and it was the coolest place on Earth – something like that. So we decided to see what the fuss is all about, and, indeed, the hospitalero was a lovely woman who was so welcoming! Pity we did not have more time to spend there.
We checked in, had a shower, changed our clothes and half an hour later we were out in our flip flops. We were so impatient and desperate to reach Faro Finisterre and witness the sunset that we could not stand still.
Watching the sunset at Finisterre is so special, it is worth a new article.