This morning we left the very modern albergue, more like a resort actually, about 8,quite cool weather and heavily clouded skies. After maybe 500 metres we saw Alistair, Helen and Mark outside a cafe enjoing a chat and coffee. We ordered ours and joined them,when Helen brutally, in her proper English accent, announced in front of all that was within earshot, that someone whose mouth produced so much bullshit could write so well. Everybody including me pissed themselves laughing. I took it as a compliment at the highest level. They then left, and soon after we along with Alistair also left. At that point Alistair told me he was finally only believing 50 percent of what I was telling him. The day’s walking started really well. Not much road and plenty of gravel tracks and gravel roads. A bit of up and down, but that’s ok, and the weather kept relatively cool under the cover of clouds till about midday. Then everything changed. Jason was travelling ok, considering the amount of blisters he now carries. Amy was also jumping up and down like a rabbit, and they both had decided to carry their packs as today was reluctantly the last day as next week they need to be back at work. Jeff too was going ok and smartly enough allowed his pack to be transported. But, as can easily happen when you have a bad back, a wrong step and bang,all of a sudden he was leaning to one side, and at six foot four, slightly taller than me,you can’t hide it. We then stopped for lunch at the next village. Jeff rested a bit and did some exercise, probably to no avail. A short while later, I could feel dicky knee had rejoined me, so I stopped and after two days walking freely, put my brace back on. As the afternoon progressed Jeff was really starting to struggle. He tried not to show it,but by now he was leaning on a forty-five degree angle. We stopped numerous times in the last six kilometres and finally made it to a bar in our stop for the night at Estella. A couple of lagers and catching up with our priest, we now had about 1.5 ks to walk. Whilst I was in the bar ordering drinks, I spoke to a lovely English girl living in New Zealand, who stated, you’re famous, you’re that seventy four year old  Australian,who never wears any clothes and loud and swears alot. She did say it very sweet, so I accepted my second compliment of the day. We then passed this most incredible chocolate/patisserie shop. Amy was actually drooling that bad, the saliva was dripping on to the ground like a british bull dog. Alistair went in and bought us all a treat. My dark chocolate full of almonds was the best I have ever tasted.We grindingly arrived at our very nice accommodation at six o’clock. No time for rest unfortunately. A shower and met up with Alistair, Helen and Mark at an American diner, for our farewell dinner with Jason and Amy. Jason is a wizz with IT,and I will miss him immensely. With his help, I can now confidently turn my phone on and off. Shit I’m going to miss him. And also Amy. This morning I will let Jeff make the call if he and I call today a rest day. Personally I wouldn’t mind resting my knee, it does sound like a good idea. Alistair is having an RDO, so we’ll see what happens.