Tuesday 22nd October
Our ship
docked in Vigo, which is about 90 minutes by coach from Santiago de Compostela,
the second most important place of pilgrimage for the medieval church since the
9th century. It is supposedly the place where the bones of St James
(Santiago) are buried. (Compostela means field of the star, talking about the
star that supposedly guided a shepherd to the resting place of St James.) Even
today people walk the camino, the way to Santiago. In order to obtain a compostela, one must walk for at least
100 km or cycle at least 200 km. It is well-organised, with cheap hostels (6-10
euros per bed) along the way to provide accommodation, and a credencial (passport) that is stamped at
each hostel or village.
I love old
towns and cathedrals and had wondered about visiting for a few days. However,
the only direct flight here is through Ryanair, and they ceased operating the
route at the time I was looking at it. It therefore seemed a good opportunity
to visit from Vigo.
The plan
was to spend 90 minutes travelling in the bus, 2 hours on our own wandering the
town and then 90 minutes returning. We did not have much time so I was
frustrated by our tour guide who kept talking even after we arrived there,
cutting our time down to closer to 90 minutes alone. If I’d wanted that, I
could have booked the guided tour! (The other coach had a guide who showed them
toilets, where to meet up again, and
then left them, having done all his talking on the coach. Much better!)
I was glad
that I had a friend on this tour with me, so we could chat and could wander
together.
Another
problem was the weather. It was pouring with rain! We would get occasional
breaks and manage to wander around and take photos, but then the rain and the
wind would start up again. If we tried to walk in the rain, the umbrellas would
be blown inside out. Not a good day.
The
cathedral was magnificent inside. We did not join the line to see the bones. We
thought that would take over 30 minutes just standing waiting! We enjoyed
looking around and taking photographs. After that we wandered outside,
frequently sheltering under cover. It was very wearying, and we ended up
finding somewhere warm for coffee for the last half hour.
My
impression was of greyness: grey sky, grey stone, very few people around to add
colour. I am sure my impression would have been different if the sun had been
shining!