Monday, August 20, 2012
The dam wasn't big, but it looked like a great place to take a leap off a cliff into... okay...okay... it looked like a great place to watch someone else take a leap off a cliff.
The river had that, "I'm full of fish, and here for the takin' Steve!!"... Luckily, I know better and can hear what they are really saying. "You don't gotta no chance, Amos!" and so I gave up the thought of turning one of my walking sticks into a cane pole and going fishing. Gotta keep my eyes on the prize. If I stayed strong, I would be walking into Finisterre by about 5:00.
The next views were of the town of Cee and Corbubion. Cee is more industrial and Corbubion is much more of a tourist town, complete with nice white beach. I could smell the salt. I could taste the seafood! I would be in Finisterre in a few hours.
On the way there we met a Venezuelan woman, Wilma, who also spoke Russian and is an interpreter. She came along with us as we headed off to Finisterre. We all realized that we had not eaten all day and decided to eat at a restaurant that Wilma knew about.
But now it was 5:30 pm and we knew that it was still 14k to Finisterre. No way. Finisterre would be packed and we would not be able to find a room or a bed in an albergue, so we got a room in a albergue on the Cee/Corbubion border. Not bad views for 10E! Great room, drunk landlord. More on that later.
How drunk was he?? We had just gotten into our beds and he staggered in the room, woke everyone up by yelling! Now if my room is right on the bay, which it was, and a man comes in the bedroom and yells at 11:00, which he did, I'm assuming there's a fire or a ship has crashed into our building. But what he was saying was, "Hey! Go downstairs! The cafe is giving free bbq'd meat away. Go! Go! So we got up and went downstairs and had a beer and bbq'd ribs. Very very good.