By 8.30 am we had left the little town of Portomarín on the hill . I stamped my El Camino passport at the church and walked down hill to the bridge and on to Palas de Rei .
The path climbed up through forests of Pine, we passed small pinnate Oak trees ,friendly Broom bushes, reminiscent of home with bright yellow flowers , Arcacia and even a gum tree. With the rolling green hills I could have been in Otago. It began to rain and pilgrims passed me on the misty track covered in dark plastic Kagools covering their heads, like ancient monks , modern metal trekking poles taking the place of wooden staffs .