El Camino Finisterre to Muxia Cee to Fisterra

El Camino Finisterre to Muxia 

Cee to Finisterre

Just like man hole covers are not one of the top choices of focus for blogs, soles of footwear are also unusual centres of attention outside cobblers conventions but just to make a point, these are the soles of my walking boots with worn away heels and the depth of tread is a long way past their MOT acceptability criteria. They have served well but will not be making the return journey to UK.

Similarly, my trainers have also served well and have suffered the rigours of the gravel of El Camino. I bought an identical pair and you can see the difference between the new and the worn out trainer. These too will not be making the return journey to UK along with a T shirt that has become very thin through repeated washings and the effects of sweat, strong sunlight, sun cream and deodorant. Plus a pair of socks that have lost most of their wool content and were held together by the man made fibre content but when the number of holes started to reduce as they were joining up, it was time to say goodbye.

I started out before dawn to escape Cee, up into the hills to reach Finisterre. 

An iconic vehicle and rare to see one outside of France.

Finisterre, the end of the world as thought by Romans with the town to the right and the end of El Camino Finisterre on the far left...another three kilometres out of the town centre.

The final marker at ground zero with the distance shown as 0.0kms with the lighthouse in the background.

And a selfie of me hunched over the final marker after a walk of 730 kilometres.

The lighthouse.

Another of those distance posts.

I walked away from the noise of crowds around the tourist stalls at the end of the world and found a quiet place to sit and listen to the crash of waves against the headland, the bird calls and to comtemplate.