So that happend. There is a first time for everything they say, but I was convinced it wouldn’t happen to me. Yeah, maybe, one day, but certainly not on the camino. But today it did happen. I got completamente perdido (lost).
Offcourse there have been times before where I couldn’t find my way, but I was never really lost. Except for that time in the Louvre. That is where I learned the valuable lesson: as soon as you no longer have any Asian people in your hallway, you are wandering off too far and you will get lost.
Today I didn’t see any Asians or any other kind of people for that matter. I was in the wild. High up in the mountains. Lost. Some people might think to themselves: “But you are walking the Camino, so don’t they have roadsigns?
Damn right about that, only just today they didn’t. It has everything to do with the fact that I am walking in the other direction. I am walking 90 km back the way I came. Normally I am not a big fan of walking back, but there is a first time for everything. In this case walking back means I have to follow blue arrows, after weeks of following yellow ones. And it just doesn’t feel quite right. Obviously I am still in my transitionphase. Added to that is the fact that for every 10 yellow arrows they have placed, they threw a needle in the haystack when it comes to blue markers.
It is obvious I missed that needle, because suddenly I am on the other side of the mountain than I should be. But I decided to move on. The scenery is so nice and besides I am still walking in the same direction. WRONG! At the end of the afternoon I am still walking through the mountains and it turns out to be a completly different mountain all together. They should have made these mountains more distinct.
However. Found a way down and asked in the village in the valley where the hell I am. Luckely I was only 2km away from the official path. Again WRONG! Because if there is something I’ve learned in Spain, they have no knowledge what so ever about numbers and distances. Still waiting for the marker wich will tell me I am only 100km away from Santiago. That’s something you surely would expect ever walking for 700km, but nooo, they give you a marker with 99,930. But whatever.
Walking another 5km took me back to the trail. After a massive detour I resume my route and get into my “walkingzone”, till after 5 minutes, when I realize that I am following the yellow markes in stead of those blue bitches.
At this stage I would like to blame all the other pelgrims who walked with me. They made this yellow route way to pleasant and easy and at the end they all left me in Santiago. They ditched me and now I have to do everything on my own again. I am no longer used to that and the yellow feels so familiar. But no, blue it is from now on. But blue is just not yellow. Blue will take me back to Santiago (hopefully). Where I will arrive on my birthday. And there I will buy myself the best Santiago cake ever. The best part about walking alone again? I don’t have to share the cake!