Day 27: Oviedo to Grado (30,1k)

Oh god what even happens on day 27? I start the real Camino Primitivo, and find it a lot more populated than the weird inbetweeny bit from Norte. I rub up against some more Datura. Find a sweet sign.

I walk hella kilometers. I find Waffles in a donativo in Grados. Fake Vegan has trudged on ahead to find his more primitive side. From 5pm on a Sunday Waffles and I try to find something to eat but this turns out to be harder than scoring weed while looking like a primary school teacher so in the end we have to wait until 8pm to eat the most disgusting series of fried foods you can imagine at a basic street cafe which ends up charging us €23 a head. No bueno. But drinking wine is fun and we make a new French friend. There’s a baby at the albergue. We meet a crazy Dutchman who’s doing the Camino with a carriage (that he pulls) and a car. This does not strike me as weird until the next day, when we have some yogurt and set off for Salas. But that’s a whole different post.

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