Camino de Santiago: Tapia de Casariego to Covas

Today seems to have been a day for beaches. And very mean hills. So, one must ride well-equipped... chorizo... sidra... bread.



Crossing the Rio de Ribambo, leaving Asturias.



Looking towards Foz from San Bartolo.



Beachside lunch and seaside stroll.

King of the little island.



"The beach is that way!"



"Moisture is the essence of wetness, and wetness is the essence of beauty."



Viveiro.



How the devil do I get down there?



I'm sure I pulled something running after that, but if I may say so myself, made a very spectacular diving catch.



Miserable climbs around the corner from Covas, lay in wait tomorrow.



Protein injection required: carne a la plancha.