Azofra, Day 14

I awoke multiple times in the early morning, for some reason thinking it was time to go. Then of course, as it often goes, when the multitude of alarms went off, I was not quite ready to get out of bed. None the less, we packed up and got on our way.

The morning sky was dark and dreary. The forecast called for rain in the afternoon, but it looked as though rain would start to pour at any moment. Our legs were stiff and feet swollen. It felt as though my feet were about to explode, leaving me with two nubs and an over-sized backpack.

We managed to make it to a small town roughly 6 km away from the start. We sat and drank coffee mentally preparing for the day ahead. We saw a few folks from the start that we hadn’t seen for a few days. We finished our drinks and began to walk.

The next town was about 9 km from our coffee break. Unfortunately the path to town was very well paved, or otherwise had enormous boulders sticking halfway out of the ground. This proved to be a problem for our feet.

We began to get irritated with the pain that had lasted since the night before, and decided to skip a rest stop. We trucked on through the next town, which was also nicely paved, and continued on.

There were 5 km left before we reached our destination in Azofra. With 2 km to go, we realized we should have rested and maybe bought more coffee, because the amount of pain we were both in was almost unbearable. Even so, we managed to reach town and took a small nap as soon as we arrived.

Here’s to hoping tomorrow doesn’t hurt so bad.