Unlike Saint Jean Pied de Port which is heaving with Pilgrims most of the time, Ferrol, which is larger, is rather sedate. It’s an active sea port and has Spain’s second largest navel installation but she doesn’t launch many Pilgrims. I’ve met one other, Beata from Cologne and I saw 2 others with backpacks who are probably Perigrinos as well.
My arrival was routine and had I not been so tired, the scenery along the coast and rivers lined with eucalyptus would have been even more beautiful, not too worried as I retrace some of the route on foot the next couple days.
The hostel Almendra (20€) is near the train station and about a 15 minute walk to the port and the official beginning of the Inglés. After a quick shower, I was off to explore and to locate the official beginning so I did not to retrace my steps in the morning. I stopped at the Con-Cathedral to get a sello in time to see them celebrating the first communion for a group of young people. Ran into my new German friend Beata.
Walking back in my pack, my fatigue weighed on me like a leaden cloak which probably contributed to my missing a turn, more steps for a weary traveler. Had I not though, I would have missed this:
Back at the Almendra, hungry but more tired, had a beer and some chips, it’s 8:30, time for bed, I plan to get started about 6:30.
The harbor area is lined with bars and restaurants, probably fun on a nice Saturday night like this one, I’ll never know.