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Day 1: Tui - O Porriño

I made to O Porriño this afternoon. I started walking before 9am and it was cold. As the sun moved up temperatures did too. The walk here was a combination of nature and concrete. Pretty country followed by a very industrial stretch with a huge Cotroën parking lot. No big deal but the lack of shade was a bit bothersome. My feet are fine and getting some much needed rest for tomorrow's walk. Edit: Since I had to microwave my socks, I wasn't sure they were completely dry. I called TuiTrans and had them transport my backpack to my destination to avoid blisters on my feet. Needless to say I have no idea how this walk would feel with my backpack. Today I only had my small string pack on. The sun was harsh and I made a stop to ad more Vaseline to my feet because of burning spots. The whole time I was a bit hungry because I didn't have breakfast before leaving Tui. I was also running out of water by the time I got to Redondela because I didn't find any fountains along the way. Other than that, the walk was fine and not too strenuous even with some climbs. I walked alone and spoke with a few people along the way. My bag was delivered to Hotel Azul at the very end of O Porriño. It was a very nice place, clean place and I stayed there for the night.





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