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Showing posts with label Rabanal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rabanal. Show all posts

Saturday, 9 February 2008

Mountain Day





I'd really enjoyed that morning in the mountains, climbing from Rabanal through the remote mountain villages of Foncebadon and Manjarin. From the Pass of Irago, and the Iron Cross, it was then gradually downhill to the further villages of Acebo and Riego de Ambros. The construction of the village houses was quite different from anything I'd seen earlier in Spain. Their overhanging slate roofs and wooden balconies reminded me of the Pyrenees (1st pic). Though the path never strayed too far away from the road, the road was quiet (2nd pic). Beyond Riego I saw a shepherd counting his flock. Here the path did head away from the road for a while, down to an idyllic dip in the hills, complete with trees, a stream - and a handy bench. It was perfect. Many pilgrims must have paused there in the past to contemplate the beauties of nature - or the state of their feet.

Then it was down to the valley of the rio Manuelo and the small town of Molinaseca. The 3rd and 4th pics are of its church and medieval bridge. Unfortunately I had to hurry through here to make Ponferrada before nightfall. Ponferrada (Iron Bridge) is a substantial town with a hugely impressive 12th century Templar castle - the Castillo de los Templarios - overlooking the river. Facing a delightful square (Plaza Virgen de la Encina) stood the 16th century basilica (Basilica de la Encina) in which a hearteningly busy exhibition told the story of the Camino. Many ornate treasures and paintings were on display. Encina is the Spanish word for the holm oak. I'd seen quite a few of these evergreen trees. In the past this whole area had been densely covered with them.

Friday, 8 February 2008

Into The Mountains

The next 2 days - the 7 and 8 December - took me into the mountains and up to the highest point of the Camino: the Cruz de Ferro (The Iron Cross) at 1505m above sea level. The hills of Leon ranged far and wide - the Castilian plain a distant memory.

I climbed gently from Astorga through half-deserted mountain villages to Rabanal del Camino, where I spent the night at the Albergue del Pilar with its most attractive arched doorway and central courtyard. Not for the first time I imagined how this place would be teeming with pilgrims in the summer. For my part I much preferred these quieter, off-season months. Here I met up again with my Japanese friend, Hiroshi, and befriended 2 more pilgrims from Spain - who were a restaurant manager and a Basque theatre director in 'real life'.

The photo shows sunrise in Rabanal.