The Snowdonia Way (part 2): Trawsfynydd - Pen-y-Pass

The Snowdonia Way, from Machynlleth to Conwy.
15th of July to 25th of July 2026.
Distance: 313.7km. 11 days.
Wikiloc: https://www.wikiloc.com/hiking-trails/the-snowdonia-way-2026-276744781.

This is the second part of my series of my hike on The Snowdonia Way, mountain route. In the first part I wrote about the walk from Machynlleth to Trawsfynydd, here is the next part in the series.

Trawsfynydd - Pen-y-Pass
Distance: 107.7km. 4 days.

The footbridge over Llyn Trawsfynydd has been closed since 2022, apparently due to safety concerns, so hikers on The Snowdonia Way have to walk around on the road instead. Thankfully there is a pavement next to the busiest road, and it is not too long of a detour either.

View of the ascent of Y Garn.

As expected there is no sign that the Rhinogau fire has spread, so it poses no problem in terms of doing the mountain route, although the smoke from the fire is still clearly visible. I would not be surprised if the marshy area the trail passes over towards Craig Ddrwg would be one of the boggiest sections of The Snowdonia Way in normal conditions. Even in the currently very dry condition there are sections that are very wet. Almost in the middle of the marsh there is a house, and the mostly faint path goes straight past it, but I doubt anyone is using it anymore.

Descent from Y Garn, the path is just a line on a map, haze from the nearby wildfire.

On the climb up to Craig Ddrwg I am back at The Cambrian Way again. Up at the ridge you are in some ways required to make your own way, although there are paths, but the ones that are might be faint. Remnants of old manganese mines can be found up here. Speaking of the highest summit of this stage, Moel Ysgyfarnogod, I cannot help but think of the French comic Iznogoud, about the Grand Vizier of the Caliphate of Baghdad that constantly conspires to replace the current Caliph. It is said to be a place where one cannot expect to meet many others, but at the top I have a pleasant conversation with an old gentleman from London and a German woman having moved here. The descent is another make your own way.

Looking back towards Y Garn in an area that feels relatively remote.

Having found no accommodation in Penrhyndeudraeth, I had ended up getting a room at The Grapes Hotel in Maentwrog. In order to not walk on the road, and the stage between Trawsfynydd and Penrhyndeudraeth on the mountain route being one of the shortest, I had decided to walk to Maentwrog by combining the low-level route and then The Cambrian Way. Walking back up towards Llyn Trawsfynydd the section going next to the Llyn Tecwyn Uchaf lake is nice, but then there is a section of totally incomprehensible route laying, where the path just disappears. Instead I find myself pushing through thick brushes and scrub, which hides the thorn bushes in its midst. Ironically, I have to put on my shell pants as I am bleeding from both my ankles. A part of this section would be really boggy in normal conditions as well. Emerging, I abandon the rest of my plan as I do not know the state of the rest of the trail leading up to Llyn Trawsfynydd and instead finds a footpath that brings me down to the road. The footpath is nice, going down through a part of the Celtic rainforest in the area.

Smoke still rising from the Rhinogau fire.

In The Grapes Hotel everything is about the World Cup final between Spain and Argentina, where the Spaniards are there to kick the ball, whereas the Argentineans instead are there to kick the opponents.

The closed footbridge over Llyn Trawsfynydd.

I return to the trail by the road. From Penrhyndeudraeth, The Snowdonia Way makes it way up to one of the most interestingly and splendid landscapes of the trail. The trail goes through woods, past scenic villages like Rhyd and pleasant open hillsides before beginning the grassy ascent of Moelwyn Mawr. The trail actually climbs over the false crest of Craigysgafn, but I find it more interesting to walk on the remains of an old mine track going below instead, from where there is an easy climb up afterwards to rejoin the trail. Above me a man is asking his dog to please wait for some humans, funny.

Walking through a marshy land before climbing up to Crag Ddrwg and Moel Ysgyfarnogod.

Views are extensive from the summit of Moelwyn Mawr, one of the peaks giving name to the area, Moelwynion, with Yr Wyddfa now clearly visible wearing a white hat of clouds. Below are the residues of the Rhosydd slate mines and quarries being equally visible. Among the ruins one can find old mills, barracks, an incline winding house (that actually forms a kind of gate the walkers pass through) and other houses associated with the operation. The life at the barracks were supposedly appalling with bad air ventilation and mattresses filled with lice. Walking through the area in these days, one can for sure wonder how life and work must have been up here in those days. Spoil tips are everywhere and at one time the path appear to descend down between two of them. At the bottom, there is a gaping hole that might be the entrance to or exit of one of the old mines, with all the ground covered by water. How far in will you dare to go (or get)?

At the top of Craig Ddrwg, an area that contains few paths, Rhinogau fire in the background.

On the way to the distinctly shaped peak with its medieval name, Cnicht, the path is again faint, passing by the beautiful Llyn Cwm-corsiog lake. If at the point where the trail turns southwards towards Cnicht, one instead turns northwards one can rejoin both the high- and low-level routes of The Snowdonia Way at the Bwlch y Rhediad pass. This means bypassing Beddgelert and even Yr Wyddfa on the mountain route. Which I do not plan to do, so I crack on towards the lovely shaped ridge leading up to the summit of Cnicht. When I did The Cambrian Way, I forgot to heed the advice of climbing down from the summit on the left side and instead went down the right side. It led to a section that was a bit iffy, but I got down. The left side is still steep and involves some scrambling. However, I am glad it had not been raining both now and back then.

View from the descent of Moel Ysgyfarnogod, with the Moelwynion and Yr Wyddfa in the background.

Beddgelert is reached after a wonderful walk next to the Afon Glaslyn through the Pass of Aberglaslyn, where one walk next to the river on an almost carved out path in the stone. Beddgelert got its name from the grave of the dog Gelert, who was killed by his master Llewelyn the Great when he believed the dog had killed his son when he came home from hunting. However, afterwards he found his baby unarmed besides the body of a dead wolf, and realised that the dog had instead protected his son. In remorse he built a memorial to his dog. However good the story is, it was apparently made up the manager of the Royal Oak Hotel in the 18th century. Beddgelert is a nice little town with all the amenities hikers needs.

Old mining track beneath Craigysgafn on the climb up towards Moelwyn Mawr.

Waking up to nice sunny weather outside feels so good, especially when I remember so clearly the horrible weather that I woke up to on my previous outing here. It is time to filling in the first missing piece of my Cambrian Way hike. It is a beautiful scenery on the way up, and people seem to know that, as the many waterfalls and small ponds in the Afon Cwm Llan river are teeming with people. Both The Cambrian Way and The Snowdonia Way make use of the Watkin Path in the beginning, but leaves it at the top of all the waterfalls when the path levels out. Once on the south ridge of Yr Wyddfa, the path is a little bit tricky at times, but the view up towards the summit is wonderful, with clouds breaking against the western side and only air breaking against the eastern side.

Ruin of an old mill at the Rhosydd Quarry, Cnicht in the background.

Arriving at the summit of Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) might be a little bit of a shock to the system, depending on the time, especially when you have walked almost alone meeting very few other hikers most of the time. Being the highest mountain in Wales, and there is actually a railway going up to the top, it is no surprise that it is a bit crowded. More funny is it that there is a queue to get to the highest point. I have time enough, so I might just join the game. After touching the top, I find a quiet spot a bit down from the summit where I have my lunch, and taking in the splendid views. People on the Pyg Track looks like ants going up and down. Then I go for a beer at the café, for why not? I make an easy climb of Garnedd Ugain, watching the little train huff and puff by, then following the distinct Pyg Track down to the youth hostel at Pen-y-Pass, where I will stay for two nights.

Llyn Cwm-corsiog lake in the Moelwynion.

If one is doing the low-level route of The Snowdonia Way, but wants to climb Yr Wyddfa on the way, it is easily done by hiking from Beddgelert to Pen-y-Pass, and then walk from there to Dolwyddelan using the mountain route at first, which will join the low-level route at Hafod Rhisgl.

Walking next to the Afon Glaslyn en route to Beddgelert.

The one stage that remained for me to complete The Cambrian Way, was now the route between Pen-y-Pass and Llyn Ogwen crossing over the Glyderau. The Snowdonia Way also crosses over the Glyderau, but makes a more thorough traverse of the ridge from Capel Curig to Bethesda. The mountains are covered in clouds when I begin the climb up, but it is a nice change after all the sunny days. Higher up, I can only see the whiteness of the clouds behind me, but with the summit of Yr Wyddfa in a small window between them. It lingers there in its tiny window all the way up to Glyder Fawr with its lunar landscape.

In the woods at the beginning of the Watkin Path.

Glyder Fawr and Glyder Fach sounds to me like something that glides away, but in fact Glyder means heap of stones. And heaps of stone are what the landscape at the top looks like, crowned with spiky, jutting and pointed stones sticking up. It is a fascinating landscape to walk through, even so with the low clouds. From above, I can look down at the lakes and valley below, faint through the clouds, at one time visible, shortly after not. Then all clouds disperse, and everything is revealed. The Cantilever stones do not tip over when I am standing at its tip, but it is easy to tip over going down the steepest path from the Glyderau towards Tryfan (The Cambrian Way is following a less steep way down thankfully).

The Watkin Path Waterfall and adjacent ruins.

Walking down from the Tryfan junction, a man above me kindly asks his dog not to walk down the mountain on its own. I believe it to be the same man, and dog, from Moelwyn Mawr. The dog, however, does not appear to pay any heed to what he says, and I eventually have to block its path down until he can pick the dog up, funny.

View south from Yr Wyddfa, notice how the clouds are breaking against the west side of the south ridge.

I make a short detour up to Llyn Idwal before heading down to the visitor centre at Llyn Ogwen, finally filling in the last missing piece from my Cambrian Way hike. It feels good, like finding the last piece of a puzzle after having looked after it for a long time. While having lunch at the visitor centre, three fighter planes scream through the valley, turning 90 degrees as they curve around the bends in the valley, the after-sound cracking.

View from Yr Wyddfa, Pig Track and the Glaslyn and Llyn Llydaw lakes below.

Getting back to Pen-y-Pass, I could either walk back the same way, or make another route over the Glyderau, but that would mean more of the same, not to forget that I would be crossing over again later on The Snowdonia Way. Instead, I opted for seeing more of the surrounding landscape that I had not seen. From Llyn Ogwen, I could follow the main route of The Snowdonia Way down to Capel Curig. This section of the trail is going on a broad track, so it is easy to walk on, with just as easy views for the eyes, taking in the Ogwen Valley with Tryfan and Pen Yr Ole Wen as a backdrop. From Capel Curig, I had on my map found paths that could take me above the Llynau Mymbyr lake, but had been warned that they might be overgrown. The path I found was initially nice, but at one point I missed a junction and instead ended up on the road.

Path to the Glyderau, Yr Wyddfa in the clouds behind.

Before returning to Pen-y-Pass I stop for a beer at the Pen-y-Gwryd Hotel, not knowing anything about its history. The interior of the hotel is very rustic, which I like, and I am welcomed to take a closer look as the hostess proudly informs me that this is where Edmund Hillary and his team stayed at when they were practicing for the ascent of Everest.

Yr Wyddfa from Glyder Fawr.

Article continues in the next part (Pen-y-Pass to Conwy).

The Snowdonia Way:
- part 1: Machynlleth - Trawsfynydd.
- part 2: Trawsfynydd - Pen-y-Pass.
- part 3: Pen-y-Pass - Conwy.

Wikiloc:
- stage 5: Trawsfynydd - Maentwrog.
- stage 6: Maentwrog - Beddgelert.
- stage 7: Beddgelert - Pen-y-Pass.
- stage 8: Pen-y-Pass - Llyn Ogwen - Pen-y-Pass.

The Snowdonia Way (part 1): Machynlleth - Trawsfynydd

The Snowdonia Way, from Machynlleth to Conwy.
15th of July to 25th of July 2026.
Distance: 313.7km. 11 days.
Wikiloc: https://www.wikiloc.com/hiking-trails/the-snowdonia-way-2026-276744781.

This is the first part of a series about my hike on The Snowdonia Way, mountain route. One disclaimer, photos I select for the series will be evenly distributed among the various parts, meaning a part may contain photos from another part in the series.

Machynlleth - Trawsfynydd
Distance: 124.6km. 4 days.

Three years ago I did The Cambrian Way, walking through the Welsh heartland from Cardiff to Conwy. That I did a complete thru-hike is unfortunately not something that I can say with cross my heart and fingers, because I had to skip the stages crossing over Yr Wyddfa (Snowdon) and the Glyderau due to some exceptionally horrendous weather. In other words, I had some unfinished business in Wales.

Machynlleth, The Snowdonia Way starts from the old town clock from 1874 in the centre of the town.

This summer I decided to go back to wrap things up, as I had got my eye on another long distance trail that would make it possible to combine with what I had remaining of The Cambrian Way. From Machynlleth, The Snowdonia Way also makes its way through a Welsh heartland, Snowdonia or Eryri as it is called in its native tongue.

Looking back from the climb up towards Tarren Hendre.

The main route is for the most part keeping to the valleys, although that does not mean it is without its ascents. In addition, an alternative mountain route has also been devised, where the route instead is climbing over the mountains surrounding the main route. The low-level route runs at about 156 kilometres, whereas the high-level clocks in at 196 kilometres and with a considerably greater degree of accumulated altitude meters.

At the top below Tarren Hendre, an undulating ridge towards Tarren Cwm-ffernal.

The mountain route is at times very often intersecting with The Cambrian Way, so there was a certain incentive to do the low-level main route in order to see new landscapes, but the higher ground still got the better of me.

View from the descent from Tarren Hendre, Cadair Idris in the background.

Machynlleth is a nice little market town located at the southern edge of the Eryri National Park, from where its old clock tower marks the beginning of the trail. The town is known for having been the seat of the Welsh Parliament of Owain Glyndŵr. Machynlleth is also known for the low-level training ground for fast flying planes, where fighter planes among others are flying at high speed through the valleys between the mountains, known as the Machynlleth Loop.

Leaving Abergynolwyn, The Snowdonia Way goes on a lovely path next to the Afon Dysynni river.

The trail has been devised in such a way that hikers can change between the high and low level routes for most of the stages, but not on the first. From Machynlleth, the main route heads towards Dolgellau, whereas I set forth in the direction of the village of Abergynolwyn, splitting the hike to Dolgellau between the peaks of Tarren Hendre and Cadair Idris.

Looking down towards Llanfihangel-y-Pennant from the climb up towards Cadair Idris.

Tarren Hendre might not be considered amongst the most prominent peaks of the trail, but it is a decent climb on a first day of a long distance hike. Especially given the rather unnatural high temperature, for it is hot. The grassy peak at 633m is reached after an initial climb up from Machynlleth, where one can hum along to the tunes of Bron-y-Aur by Led Zeppelin, followed by a descent before the final climb begins. All pleasant walking for most of the time. The undulating grassy ridge beckoned me to do a detour to the top of Tarren Cwm-ffernal with views of the sea.

Magnificent view from the top of the Pony Path, with Y Garn clearly visible and Yr Wyddfa in the horizon.

For this hike, I have preferred staying at accommodations instead of camping, given my memory of the rainy days on The Cambrian Way in mind. As would be told over the course of these articles, however, I could not have had more ideal conditions for camping due to the dry weather.

Walking down next to the Arthog waterfalls.

When I hiked The Cambrian Way, I had crossed over Cadair Idris in horrendous weather, but I had such a nice time when I finally arrived in Barmouth that I wanted to visit the seaside town again. However, opting to split the stage to Dolgellau in two also meant climbing up to the chair of Idris (Penygadair) twice, but with the beautiful weather it was worth it. Detouring from The Snowdonia Way, I made use of The Cambrian Way most of the way to Barmouth. However, I felt more tired than expected upon arriving, so although the evening was nice, I also felt that I did not get the most out of the detour revisit. The number of seagulls and their activities in the town were still just as prominent, however.

Barmouth carved head.

Walking over Cadair Idris in the now clear weather is just a perfect picture of how different hiking is when in clear conditions or when it is low visibility like I had the last time. Standing at the summit of Penygadair that time, I had no idea of how close the drop of the cliff face was. I could have been standing in the middle of a huge grassy expanse for all I knew, except that I was not. Although I had got some faint views back then, I am happy to see how the views really are, with Barmouth and the Mawddach estuary clearly visible and Yr Wyddfa in the horizon. The descent from Gau Graig is barely a path where the ground is hidden by the vegetation making slow progress going down as I cannot trust where I put my feet, still mesmerised that I climbed up there in the bad weather.

Crossing over the Mawddach Estuary on the wooden walkway of the Barmouth Bridge, with a view of Cadair Idris in the background.

Why there was not any accommodation available in Dolgellau became quite obvious when I arrived. There is a music festival in the town, Sesiwn Fawr, and the streets are crowded with people and the sounds of music from everywhere. I grab a coke and some beers, but seeing that I am tired after a long day of hiking, I am content to escape to my guesthouse in Dolgun Uchaf about twenty minutes outside of the town. It is a quiet place, and my room is very nice, so I just eat a loaded fries from one of the food and drink stalls, go to a food store to buy a little bit more food and snacks for the evening and go to my room and rest.

View from the summit of Cadair Idris, Penygadair, Llyn y Gader below.

Wales are experiencing an unusual dry and hot summer, severely manifested by several wildfires. From the summit of Y Garn, I could clearly smell the smokes from the nearby fire in the Rhinogau mountains. Y Garn is reached after a wonderful hike through woods, along a sublime precipice walk with views of the estuary and sea, and a climb both steep and gentle at times. All with the dominant eyes of Cadair Idris in the background. Windy at the summit.

Cadair Idris.

The descent from Y Garn is another route where a path is just a line on a map. Brackens are eventually engulfing me at all sides, and no respite is found on the cumbersome walk next to a stone fence. However, the ruins of a mountain farm provide serenity and shelter from wind as a nice place for having lunch. The upside of this is that I feel that I am in a rare remote area. The path is improving after the tranquil ruins. Who worked or lived here in the distant past?

In Dolgellau.

Towards Trawsfynydd, I walk with a feeling of both sadness and joy. Sad for the views of Rhinog Fawr and Rhinog Fach in flames, remembering that wonderful stage of The Cambrian Way, now blackened. Joyful for the otherwise nice views, and for seeing that the fire will not threaten the next day of my hike going over Moel Ysgyfarnogod. It is a nice walk to Trawsfynydd from where the high and low level routes meet, but confusion at the end lead me to take the quiet road instead of through the farmland where the trail actually goes. I stay at a nice bunkhouse and enjoy a quiet evening at the local pub, which becomes livelier when festival goers return from Dolgellau. Three Belgian women doing the low-level route also ended up here, having found no place to stay in Dolgellau like me.

New Precipice Walk after Dolgellau, with a view of the Mawddach Estuary in the background.

Article continues in the next part (Trawsfynydd to Pen-y-Pass).

The Snowdonia Way:
- part 1: Machynlleth - Trawsfynydd.
- part 2: Trawsfynydd - Pen-y-Pass.
- part 3: Pen-y-Pass - Conwy.

Wikiloc:
- stage 1: Machynlleth - Tal-y-Llyn.
- stage 2: Tal-y-Llyn - Barmouth.
- stage 3: Barmouth - Dolgun Uchaf.
- stage 4: Dolgun Uchaf - Trawsfynydd.

Postcard from The Snowdonia Way

Postcard from my hike on The Snowdonia Way from Machynlleth to Conwy in Wales in the summer of 2026.

Wikiloc: The Snowdonia Way.

Camino Fisterra: a continuation of the Ría de Muros-Noia

Camino Fisterra, from Santiago de Compostela to Finisterre.
2nd of April to 4th of April 2026.
Distance: 110.0km. 4 days.
Wikiloc: https://www.wikiloc.com/hiking-trails/camino-de-la-ria-de-muros-noia-y-fisterra-258152240

I had planned to use four days to walk the Camino de la Ría de Muros-Noia, which left me another four days before I had to head back home to Norway. Doing the Camino Sanabrés came up as an option, a route I had immensely enjoyed as a part of my Camino Mozárabe. I should be able to get from Ourense to Santiago de Compostela or the other way around in four days.

Leaving Santiago de Compostela for the end of the world.

However, doing the Camino Sanabrés meant either taking a bus to Ourense or walk the Camino in the opposite direction. I wanted to have a continuous walk and at the same time not spending too much time having to keep an eye on my phone all the time. In the end, I fall back to doing the Camino Fisterra yet another time.

The old mill over the Río Sarela.

Walking through one of the enchanted woods on the Camino Fisterra, after Auqapesada.

This is probably the one of the best ways to walk to the end of the world, it is such a beautiful Camino. Especially its enchanted forest sections. Doing a walk several times also means that you make notice to the changes along the way. A place that before was full of light, now appear with lights out. Or the opposite, a house in decline now suddenly being brought back to life.

Ponte Maceira.

Pink in bloom.

After Camino de la Ría de Muros-Noia, I must have gotten better in spotting alternative routes. I cannot say that I have seen any alternative routes out of Negreira before, but this time I see that there is a dotted line leaving the town on Gronze maps. The scenic variante del paseo fluvial follows the Río Barcala until it ascends through woods up to the village of Zas where it rejoins the official route.

Río Barcala on the variante del paseo fluvial after Negreira.

Waterfall on the variante del paseo fluvial after Negreira.

The most significantly change from my solitary pilgrimage on the Camino de la Ría de Muros-Noia is the number of other pilgrims. It is a welcoming change, most notably on the evening on the first day. Where I stay at the Albergue Alto da Pena and share a communal dinner together with other pilgrims.

Sunrise from the Albergue Alto da Pena.

Next to me at the dinner table sits an Irish family that is walking towards Santiago de Compostela. They look very tired and when I tell them how far I plan to go the next day, they roll their eyes.

Landscape in the morning on the way towards Vilaserío.

And they might be right in rolling their eyes, for I have a long way to go. On the second stage on the Camino Fisterra I have always ended in either Olveiroa or O Logoso (likewise changing between Negreira and Vilaserío on the first day), this time I wanted to go somewhere else. I decided to go to Cee. It would make for more time in Finisterre, or so I thought.

Walking on the Camino Fisterra towards Monte Aro in the distance.

View from Monte Aro.

I share a long way the next day together with Christina from Germany, whom also was at the dinner at the Albergue da Alto da Pena. A pleasant company as the Camino winds around and slightly over Monte Aro with its views, and the rolling hills above Corzón.

Río Xallas between Olveiroa and O Logoso.

At the albergue in O Logoso, I am surprised by the absence of other pilgrims. At this time I had expected there to be others here. I get the greatest welcome of all however, by the smiling baby of the hosts sitting in the entrance to the café.

Looking back somewhere on the way between Hospital and Cee.

View of Cee and Cabo Fisterra from the Cruceiro da Armada.

I remember walking alone on the scenic route to O Logoso from Olveiroa on my first Camino Fisterra, now I walk alone the long and scenic way to Cee from O Logoso. I have a feeling that this section appears to be more and more open every time I go, as I see more of the surrounding areas every time I go. From the Cruceiro de Armada I can now see both Cee below and Cabo Fisterra in the horizon.

Praza da Constitución, Cee.

The werewolf alike sculpture called Vákner is still there, which gives me associations to the Norwegian word våkner. A word whose meaning is similar to awakens. Feels like the beast awakens.

Corcubión.

Through a narrow lane leaving Corcubión.

The sun is about to set over the hills as I reach Cee. I stay at the Hotel Larry where my room has a great view of the bay. Tired, I do not do much in the evening other than slowly walk down to the centre of the town for a hamburger and a couple beers relaxing after a long and satisfying walk on the Camino.

Praia de Estorde.

In the first part of the Camino Fisterra, the enchanted forests are the highlight, on the last section it is the coastal walk with views of the sea and the cape at the end of the world.

View of Finisterre from Mirador de Talón.

With only about 16 kilometres to go to the lighthouse at Finisterre, I take my time. Time flies when you have enough of it. I dawdle. Spending some time in the morning in Cee, taking a coffee in lovely Corcubión, walking the sand on Praia de Estorde. And of course go swimming, together with three other Spanish pilgrims, I take a dip in the somewhat chill water at the Praia de Talón. On the other side there is only the sea and the tip of the Cabo Fisterra.

Praia de Talón.

Plaza Constitución, Finisterre.

Arriving in Finisterre, I eat lunch, meeting Edgar from Latvia again whom I also met at the Albergue Alto da Pena. Out to the Faro de Fisterra I take the route going over the top of the cape. With most of the walking going on a gravel track rather than on a paved road. Views are wonderful of the sea, and the Praia do Mar de Fóra and the cliffs behind. I walk out to the Ermita de San Guillermo, but only the views and the foundations are remaining. Taking this route is recommended. The Punta de Finisterre is teeming with people. It feels more crowded than before.

Praia do Mar de Fóra.

Ermita de San Guillermo.

The sunset is beautiful.

Cabo Fisterra.

Back in Finisterre, I sit down at the only available table at a restaurant. However, there is an Italian pilgrim that apparently is before me in the line, but she is so kind to share her table with me. A pleasant end to the day.

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It is Easter Eve and Finisterre is ready for fiesta. There is a funfair in town and a concert next to the port. It is amusing to walk between the various stalls and have a beer while listening to the music, but in the end, I am too tired to keep it up for long.

Sunset at Finisterre.

Sunset at Finisterre (slight return).

I return to Santiago de Compostela by bus the next day, on the bus are also the three women that I went swimming with. Together with them and some other pilgrims, I spend some time in the city watching the Easter processions and having lunch. Another one of those Camino moments.

Concert at the Easter Eve party at the end of the world.

In the evening, I sit down for a beer in the same bar that surprised me with dancing earlier on my walk. This time, it surprises me with people gathering to play music together, traditional folk music both Galician and Celtic in style. However, what surprises me the most is that I see so many pilgrims just walking past the place, and not coming in to listen.

Easter procession in Santiago de Compostela.

This wraps up my Easter Camino. Four days of a solitary pilgrimage on the relatively new Camino de la Ría de Muros-Noia, followed by four days of a more social pilgrimage on the Camino Fisterra. I am happy.

Catedral de Santiago de Compostela.