02.06.2011 - 02.06.2011
Today I saw butterflies the same colour as the sky. I saw a beetle that looked like the black-queen from a chess set, with a little bobble on it's head and flaming red stripes on it's torso. I heard a cuckoo for the first time ever and thought I was imagining it. A flock of cyclists rode past me chatting to each other in Spanish and sounding like parrots. I can't believe it's day 8! I have made it through my first week of Camino.
There are a surprisingly large number of Koreans walking along. They are always friendly and usually really odd. They have multi-coloured backpacks and things they just don't need – like floor length blue raincoats and purple camping seats. But all their added extras fit into teeny-tiny backpacks that weigh next to nothing. The Italians I have been walking with have nicknamed them tamagotchis.
So, I have avoided blisters for the last 8 days but now I have a killer. It's a huge double-storey blister on the ball of my foot. Everyone I talk to has a different remedy and I'm pleasantly surprised at the number of guys who rush to help me tend to it. I want to just ignore it but instead I pierce it and then lie in bed, an invalid, writing this blog update and hoping it will be gone in the morning. I can say blister in at least three languages now; blaze in German, ampolle in Spanish and empoule in French.