Called back to the Camino…
Last month I was invited to speak on Radio New Zealand’s series, Our Own Odysseys. Friends and followers would have laughed out loud at the title of my show, The Camino Limp.
Anzac Day 2014…
Posting on Anzac Day is symbolic, given it was two years ago I reluctantly watched the movie The Way. The previous week I’d been at a close friends house for dinner, were the main topic of conversation was her mother, June, impending trip to walk the Camino Francés. While living in England I had seen clips of people walking on dusty tracks alongside main roads. Watching then walk up winding pathways towards a town, all I could think of was what a crazy way to spend precious holiday time. I simply couldn’t fathom why June was going to walk 790km from France to Spain, hence when Ollie handed me The Way DVD saying “this is what Mum is going to do”, my first reaction is “damn, I have to watch it now.”
I never expected to be enthralled by the Camino Way, let alone called to walk the Camino de Santiago. Perhaps this will sound corny to some people however, there is no other way to describe this deep pull towards the Compostela de Santiago. Especially as physically I was not in great shape and had never backpacked in my life. Epiphany’s however, are not meant to be logical.
The movie…The Way
Emilo Estevez and Charlie Sheen, along with three other main actors, capture elements of the scenery and their interwoven quests portrayed the essence of walking the Camino. This essence is like a perfume scent, evoking different emotions and desires for each of us.
The Way seems to pull people out of their inertia, as though rising from a deep period of slumber they choose to walk these routes. There are many different psychological, spiritual and emotional reasons people walk the dusty and often wet plains of Spain.
To this day when I watch it I still want to go back and complete this route – Camino Francés. The most popular of the routes known as The Camino Way, The Way of St James, Compostela Santiago, Camino de Santiago or Camino Compostela. My guidebook lists twelve routes.
The Camino Francés – France to Santiago de Compostela, Spain
The most popular of all routes is the Camino Francés, which begins in the small French village of St Jean Pied-de-Port (200m above sea level). The recommended Route de Napoléon is to quote my guide book “a strenuous uphill walk with a stunning view in all directions”. Be wary this is a mountain walk, which peaks at Col de Lepoeder, 1450m above sea level. It is though the steep pathway down to Roncesvalles where tired muscles are prone to damage. Around the 1200m mark, cellphones began to bleep, telling us we had entered Spain.
It’s a massive first day and I’m really grateful I ported my backpack to Roncesvalles and walked with a daypack.
As we continued on this route we came across people who treated the 790m journey as an endurance event determined to smash it out of the park in as few days as humanely possible. Generally, the consensus from those on pilgrimage or a personal guest was “it’s just wrong!”
Walking and injuries…
Injuries were common place, some like mine signaled the end, others continued at a snail’s pace.
If you are not used to exercising every day the body needs time to adjust to walking day after day. At the end our seventh day on the Camino Francés we had walked 163.6 kms over the Pyrenees, up and down hills on terrain varying from concrete footpaths to earth tracks often littered with loose boulders. Pharmacies do a roaring trade in this part of Spain, so no need to bring a large medical kit. Voltaren emugel and magnesium everybody’s savior and thankfully readily available.
My own recovery…
It has been a long road. Last May I re-injured myself and had to restart my rehab program. In the back of my mind was Daniel Carter’s quote about his 2014 injury, “It’s a minor setback; it’s not a serious injury or changing my goals.”
Not that I’m comparing myself to Dan. To be honest I never really got the point of exercise, especially as every time I started to get fit I end up with an injury. In retrospect, they were minor wear and tear incidents that just required me to understand my body and how it relates to pain.
Committing to walk the Camino Portugués required a new attitude to fitness. Direction came from my friend Rand who talks about exercise in terms of an approach to old age, assisting in avoiding health struggles and giving us more enjoyable years. I got it. Mid-November 2015 I felt strong enough to start walking from my then place of work, Newmarket into the bottom of Auckland CBD (depending on the route 4.5-5.2kms). I loaded my work day pack with shoes, lunch box and books (average 7 kilos). At first, my body moaned and groaned, there was pain but no tears. I enjoyed the daily walk across town, slowly stretching myself by taking hilly routes.
Late last year my outlook on exercise and food changed again as a hip x-ray revealed I had early stages osteoarthritis. I adopted the Wholefood LCHF (low carb/high fat) diet and balanced my exercise program with the addition of yoga, exercycle bike, and strengthening exercises.
My goal is to walk the Camino Portugués route in September with Team Anzac, which now includes my cousin Chrissy, and reach Santiago de Compostela (without any personal injuries).
Camino Portugués – Lisbon to Santiago de Compostela – 614.1kms
Compared to the French Way this is a flat walk with some hills thrown in every few days to keep it interesting. It is steeped in Roman, Christian, and Knights Templar history, remaining “a powerful route today, mystical allure still intact…aiding it’s rediscovery” (John Brierley).
7 Responses to “Called back to the Camino…”
Better come up to Onewhero and do a walk ! hugs sue
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Great idea..talk soon and make a date.
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Great to hear you have a new goal…I know you’ll do it!
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Thanks Caroline, appreciate the encouragement/
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Sounds as though you are on target my dear. Keep it up.
If I was 40 years younger I would have gone with you!
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Now that would have been fun!!!
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