So I had a quiet night. Found a bar, had a  beer, and a sangria ,then back to bum hole’s albergue for dinner. Sat with Ollie and old aussie mate from sandstone point, which is half hour from where I live. Didn’t catch his name, so I’ll call him Sandy. Linda and Adrian were also there. Also a few other familiar faces. Spaghetti entree, pork medallions with chips and chocolate ice cream and wine. We chatted for a while and off to sleep in the fourteen bed room. This morning, I poked my head outside and heavily clouded skies confronted me, cold wind,and I over heard some one saying forty percent rain. I selected the mud runners. The last week, I have changed many times between mud  and dry weather runners. The dry runners are lighter, and more comfortable. But the muddies keep my feet dry while rainy or muddy. I filled my flask and was happy to see this albergue fading in the distance as I left the village of Moratinos. The first three ks were on rocky ground but only slight incline. On the hill I could see breakfast, but still five kilometres away. The earth path along the road was ok and no pilgrims in sight. The clouds slowly disappeared and still quite cold the sun was shining. The walking was pleasant but my feet felt uncomfortable. After tortilla, with potato and egg washed down with sachet hot chocolate,a take away baguette, I only walked another km before stopping and swapping my shoes. Six ks further walking on reasonably level natural path,with shrubs between me and a road which didn’t produce much traffic, again feet really starting to hurt. So, for the first time in my distinguished camino career, sounds good hey,

I stopped again and put an extra pair of socks on. My pack was also uncomfortable, so I made some adjustments to some of the straps. After a cuppa, I was ready to have another crack. Then all of a sudden, I saw roast bunny. He still had his fur on at this stage, and he was so fast I couldn’t even shoot him with the phone, so no bunny tonight. After another six ks,my feet were feeling much better as my pack. I caught up with a dutchie lady, Rinan. We walked and chatted for the last upteen  kilometres to El Burgo Reniro. It’s nice to chat whilst walking as it takes your mind away from the pain you may be suffering. Rinan also had feet problems and was walking in sandals. She was booked in to this village. I need to find a bed in this village, as too far for me to walk to the next one, and I didn’t want to taxi all the way back to where Jeff, Bren and Ang were staying. I asked where Rinan was staying, but they were full. I saw a crowd waiting for the albergue to open and didn’t want to join that queue.I asked at the next hotel and successfully got a room with a private bathroom. When I checked in, I was so excited, I rang Gayle. She asked if I had a bath, and I didn’t know, so much to my delight, I opened the bathroom door, and there was. The camino provided when I needed it. After my phone call, I made a ham and cheese baguette, and drank the rest of my flask. Excitedly, I went to fill the bath,but no plug. Some establishments won’t supply a plug as they don’t want you to use all that water. But some toilet paper and plastic wrapping from the ham packaging, bingo, home made plug.I must have soaked in there for an hour. Then in a dizzy state, relaxed on the bed. I made sure I drank plenty of water. Tomorrow Jeff,Bren and Ang will catch a train to Leon. A long way to go, I hope to walk most of the way, and then as the book advises, I might bus the last bit. Then enjoy a well earned rest day.