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The continuing story of Sir Camino Pilgrim Nev the Pure…
The walk into Melide was pleasant and especially made so due to the chilly weather which was a welcomed break to the intense heat of previous afternoons on the Camino Frances:
An additional sight to the landscape in Galicia are the Horreos:
These (Horreo) are traditionally used to store meat and vegetables and can be seen all over the Galician landscape.
Melide is famous for its restaurants and bars selling octopus (Pulperia) and I was determined yesterday evening to raise enough money playing my guitar on the street so that I could try this popular regional dish.
I parked myself on the steps of a (closed) bank and began belting out the classics from my repertoire, such as Lucy in the sky, and a new one to the “collection” which is I’ve got a feeling. It was a good enough spot and within an hour or so I earned around 15 Euro, with an English woman giving me a 5 Euro drop:
Alex, a lovely German pilgrim whom I had met a few times in recent days, came past and invited me for octopus so I took up the offer and we soon found ourselves with great company and with the famous local dish in front of us (post photo). The bread was nothing short of awesome:
The company was awesome too:
I wasn’t so taken to the octopus because it felt like it had been boiled and then marinated; I prefer octopus when it is boiled and then grilled. Still though, for the purpose of this blog I tried and am reporting on this dish and I guess that when you are in Melide then you should probably do as the Romans do.
After the food I headed off on the path of the Camino – very concerned about the possibility of repeating last year’s events when I had my rucksack stolen from under my head as I slept outside – but before I left the town I popped into a bar for a beer and after a while along came Alex. We spent quite a bit of (wonderful) time together and this morning Sir Camino Pilgrim Nev the not so Pure continues along the way, only 50km from the tomb of Saint James and then only a further 90km to Finisterre.