My last night in Santiago included a nice surprise. I had been speaking with two amazing people via the forum since before I began my Camino and I finally got to meet them (sort of). Irene had been following me a couple of days behind for most of my trip and finally caught up to say hello. I was sat having a goodbye drink with Ama and got a message from Irene, she and her fella Bindy were close by and we could meet at last, it also turns out that Carmen (Irene’s buddy) had just started her Camino so we did a video call from the end of the trail to the start and I got to say hello to her as well, I can’t explain. How envious I am of the fun she’s about to experience!
So it ended up that I shared my last evening with Randy, Ama and the Irene bunch. As always the conversation was about feet, food and albergues with rubber pillows. We compared tales of crazy people we’d met, hills we’d nearly died on (although that was pretty much just me) and wether any of us had plans to do something like this again.. the strange thing is that I found myself saying I would. Before I set off I had a feeling it would be a once and once only deal.. it appears not!
Randy and I got back to the room and then the phone rang, Jessie was calling to say hello to Randy and I before we parted ways. Obviously she was missing our world-class witty humour and no doubt our dashing good looks.. it seemed only fitting that it was selfie time!
The last night was behind me, I woke early and Randy and I popped out for a coffee before I hopped on my bus to the airport. I literally couldn’t have asked for a better buddy to walk the Camino with. From staggering up the first hill in St Jean to saying goodbye at the bus stop. The guy is a legend.. I’m trying to talk him into a Randy & Andy tour of somewhere else.. I think it would be crazy not to have another adventure and I’m sure it would make a good blog … R&A tackle Machu Picchu?? R&A do Europe on a 50cc scooter?? The possibilities are endless (suggestions welcome!) .. who knows, maybe more of team tortoise will sign up for the madness.
Well it’s time to jump on the plane, I’ve loaded up on nicotine, my rucksack is no longer strapped to my aching shoulders and England is a couple of hours away. I guess I’ll have to stop calling myself Andy pilgrim Extraodinaire and just be plain old Andy. I hope there’s a burger king in the airport so I can grab a bacon whopper to wipe away the tears.
It’s been a blast!