The Slovakian Flute as a Staff man is walking with us today. Before last night, we had not seen him since before San Sebastian, and he arrived at the Pilgrim Hostel in Deba, and seemed excited to see us. He told us then that he had continued walking with the German group – which contained Chain Smoking Drunk Pilgrim – but he had to leave them because they were drinking all day, and were slowing him down. “I couldn’t believe them!” he said with great exasperation, “we did not start walking until 10, and then at lunch they drank two bottles of wine, and then in the afternoon, they were still drinking, and we got lost and couldn’t find the arrows, and I just had to leave them because I thought, I will never get to Santiago!”
(The Drunkermans – as I am now calling them, arrived last night at about 9pm – Chain Smoking Drunk Man gave everyone a wave, lit up a smoke and babbled away drunkenly about the day they had had. It should also be noted that Germans on the Camino have quite a bad rep – and these sorts of pilgrims seem to be the cause. We often get mistaken for Alamein? and we quickly say, “No, no, we’re from Australia.”)
So today the Slovakian walks with us – we quickly realise that he is not the best arrow finder (we are lucky to have two sets of eyes), and we help lead him out of the city, and so continue on together. Our walking is always fast when we have someone to chat with, and find him an interesting acquaintance – well-travelled and well-read – he is a good change from us whinging to each other about blisters and pain.
We obtain a good Spanish guide book from the Gay Couple with the Dogs – they have left it on the path leaning against a rock – and I also find a great walking stick. (You need a good stick on the Camino, for all sorts of things.) When we pass the Korean girl and another pilgrim who have stopped for a rest, the Slovakian plays a short tune to pep them up and we continue up the gradually ascending path.
We glimpse B1 and B2 walking behind us – the Snoring Belgians – but keep up our pace as we know they are slower than us. However, later, I fall back to walk with B1 who is really struggling with his feet today. He approaches behind me as I am using my stick to try to impossibly pull some good looking berries within reaching distance, and easily grabs them for me. “I picked some for you – ” he says to Troy 50m up, who is waiting for me, “ – but I ate them all!” He says he was walking behind me, always keeping me in eyesight so he wouldn’t be left behind. B2 is well ahead of him.
Today is a hard day – because there is nothing for around 20km – so you have to make the distance, or have nowhere to sleep. All the pilgrims know this, and have left before sun up, and even though we pass or fall behind each other all through the day, we keep in mind who is behind and who is ahead, and at the albergue that evening, have a mental note of who is there, and who is yet to arrive. It is beautiful – arriving at the albergue and having a group of people, who don’t know your name, smile and applaud purely because you are there, safe and well.
The Slovakian Flute Player leaves us behind as I struggle up the hills, but we see him later on that evening, and he worries that we were upset that he left us. It’s just the way of the Way – always passing each other, but never forgetting, or stopping worrying about how everyone is travelling.