Last day of walking? Then we have to party!
We gathered in front of the Santiago de Compostela Cathedral, meeting lots of other pilgrims who had been walking with me/us on an on/off pattern, some of which I thought they were way ahead of me and that I will never re-meet them, turns out they were just one or two days in front, and that they were hanging out in Santiago de Compostela since then.
It was still day light when we head to the bar, it was around 10 or 11 of us, the slow 6, Chabelo, Jaun-Claude, my old friend from Canada and some other people, some young and some old, we were all going to celebrate the end of the Camino de Santiago, to celebrate our accomplishment of walking 500 miles across Spain
Well for me and for others it wasn’t really the end, if didn’t feel like the end, and we decided to walk 3 more days, another 100Km to Finisterre – for me I was convinced after talking to Ismael the wise man.
But still this was a night to celebrate, also because it was farewell to many of the great people I met along the way and a re-union with many others that I haven’t met in a while.
We’ll get wasted tonight!
We chose a bar close to the Cathedral and started drinking at around 7pm. All I remember is that we ordered 2 bottles of vino tinto and 1 bottle of vino blanco, and a little while later we ordered another 1 & 1, and then I lost count.
We must have crossed the 15 bottles barrier in total though, plus countless beers, 1 huge plate of paella for 7 people (which ended being eaten but whoever was there on the table, around 10-15 by that time) and mystical bottle a yellowish REALLY STRONG liquor, with an anise flavor (2 shots of this really had me gone).
Fragmented memories the next day
I only remember some of the things that happened that night, like Chabelo my Mexican friend singing with an Italian professional opera singer, shown in the next video, me talking to a French nurse through a French translator girl about my injured toe, which had a really bad injury (way past the just a blister phase,) was really hurting and I think it was almost dead – I will not post a picture of it here, really disgusting, I’m speaking of raw meat showing not just injured skin.
I also remember the Austrian guy, Robert, showing up out of nowhere and sitting with us for a while and playing on his saxophone…
The biggest check I got abroad so far
Anyway when we decided it’s time to leave, it was well past 1 after midnight. Yes, more than 6 hours of celebrating and drinking, and the money to be paid was well over 300 Euros
Luckily, some of the older people sitting with us till the end were kind to us, the younger pilgrims, and made the offer that those who are under the age of 25 should only pay 10 Euros, and the rest will be divided among them.
It was almost 1:30am, and some of the people hanging out with us were staying at pilgrim hostels which closed its doors at 10, some at 12, in all cases, they wouldn’t be able to get in now. Totally wasted, my friends and I decided to offer them beds at our hostel.
I don’t know if it was a smart decision, a really stupid one, a warm invite out of kindness due to the alcohol or an adventurous decision, but we thought that there are sure some empty beds at our hostel, we know the code to the door, and there will be no one at the reception at this time of the day.
We went back to the hostel, with 6 extra people, thinking we will offer them 2 beds to share, and 2 others will share beds with any of us, however, we did actually find 6 empty beds for them! And no one at the reception to ask who the hell are they *angel face*
I woke up next morning and found none of them, which was a good thing; they left really early in the morning, around 6 or 7 before any of the hostel workers showed up.
Now that I am sober, I don’t really know if this was a nice decision and a kind offer or an evil one, but well, if I was in their shoes I would have definitely taken up that offer, better than spending the night in the cold plaza or one of the parks of Santiago de Compostela. However, I was told lately after I lied to my parents to help out a pilgrim that it is ok to lie to help out pilgrims.
Do drunken pilgrims count though? And does sneaking ‘pilgrims’ in a hostel still considered ok?
To sum it all, this was one of the unforgettable, or only partly unforgettable, nights I’ve had on the Camino de Santiago. Again I want to thank everyone who was there and all those who made this adventure, and this night a very special one.
Some other Photos from that night
And here’s a 5 seconds video to show the first trial of taking this picture, while drunk 😀 Good times
and here’s a final photo of my ride home, was too slow for the energetic drunks due to my toe injury 😀
What are your adventures when you were wasted? And did you ever sneak in a place to sleep when you were not supposed to be there?