We stopped a town early yesterday to stay in a fantastic albergue in Boadilla (recommended days ago by a hyper-energetic Irish woman), so we had to make up a little distance today, walking about 27kms instead of the normal 20ish. We'd semi-planned to rise a little earlier than the default 6am, but didn't expect to be awaken in the way we were.
In addition to the usual chorus of snoring, there'd been a booming baritone voice sleep talking several times during the night. People were telling him to be quiet, so with all the noise other people assumed it was time to get up... until they realised it was still only 2am.
Then before 5:30am someone's alarm went off. It wasn't the usual buzz-buzz of a phone on vibrate, or even a quiet beep-beep. It was some sort of talking, nay, yelling, alarm clock that started scremaing in German something along the lines of "SCHNELL, SCHNELL! MOVE YOUR SLEEPY ASS! GET THE HELL OUT OF BED! SCHNELL, SCHNELL!". The guy who's alarm clock it was was the last one awake -- it screamed for over a minute before he switched it off. I don't know ecactly what it was yelling, but a German lady was quite distressed for a while.
For me, everything is fixed by the wonderful huuuuuuge mug of coffee and marmalade & toast provided by the albergue's hospitaleros.
We cook a dinner of pasta & veggies in a curry sauce. It's the first pasta curry I've ever had. In fact, it's possibly the first pasta curry anyone has ever had. Anyway, there's plenty of leftovers for tomorrow's lunch. Except we don't have and container to put it in, or plates to eat it from. So we pour it into a pastic bag and put it into my backpack. (not sure why it was my backpack.)
So tomorrow's lunch is cold pasta curry eaten with plastic forks from a plastic bag. I'm not sure whether this will be a highlight or a low point. I suppose it depends on whether the plastic bags burst in my backpack before lunch.
We've double-bagged it. What could possibly go wrong?
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