Saturday, 23rd September.
4 eggs in a plastic bag
"The first thing I heard this morning was you yelling out
'Bugger!'" laughed Noelle.
"Oh you should've seen it," Barb said, "it was so funny. Ian
sat up in bed, looked down, and actually smiled and said 'Good
morning' or something like that! I thought, this is unusual,
Ian smiling in the morning, then
he slid across the bunk and whacked the side of his head on a metal
girder!" Barb, Noelle and Dave had a good old laugh at my expense.
Bugger indeed. And then I found out that we didn't need to be
up that early anyway, because they kitchen area didn't open until
7:30, and guess where a fair swag of our food was...
We stopped at Boadilla del Camino for lunch. Just your average
fare of bocadillos, then the girls discovered the toilet.
It was a squatting affair, and the loo had an over-exuberant
flush. Noelle was first, and then gave us a running commentary on
what Barb would be doing...
"Ok, now she's standing up, looking for how to flush the toilet, she's
found it, look out Barb here's comes the water!" A yelp came from the
loo as Barb jumped backwards.
Both the girls were proud of their aim. "Right in the hole!"
boasted Barb. I told them that soon they'll be able to write their
names in the snow. Barb then tried to demonstrate how she would
write her name in the snow - it involves a lot of jiggling about
and waggling her arse etc.
It was my turn to cook, so we went to the shop next door to buy
food for this evening. We would have to lug it a fair way, but on
a Saturday you just never know what's going to be open. We bought
cream, cheese, pasta, bacon but we still needed the eggs. "We
only need four," I said, "let's see if we can buy four." We let
Linguist Dave do the talking. Out came the phrasebook - the word
for eggs? Huevos. Ok. Dave is psyched up. Let's see what
he can do.
"Quatro hewvohs, por favor!" The shopkeeper gave Dave a
completely blank look. "Ah, hewvohs..." Dave repeated.
Oh dear. Dave's brand of Spanish wasn't working. "Ahem,
huevos," I uttered. Dave gave me a puzzled look.
"Quatro huevos" Noelle said to the shopkeeper. "Ah! Huevos!" he
remarked and shuffled over to the eggs.
He rummaged around and found a small bag. I whirled around and
faced my travelling companions. "He's-putting-them-in-a-bag!"
I said, disbelief scrawled all over my face in big letters. He
faffed about for a moment, then went into the back room. "Phew!"
I said, "Maybe he's getting a carton now."
A moment later he reappeared, still with this little plastic
bag. I was all shock-horror-disbelief as he squeezed four eggs into
this plastic bag, twirled it around and handed it over.
"He's put them in a bag!" I gasped. Dave volunteered to carry the
As we set off I said to Noelle, "Does Dave have the eggs in his
"Yes!" she replied.
"There goes a brave man," I remarked.
"No, there goes a stupid man!" laughed Noelle.
The eggs were still intact when we arrived at Fromista. We met a
couple of South African ladies at the supermarket who knew about
Uncle Howard, the rogue New Zealander! He's becoming a bit of an
enigma. We arrived at the refugio to discover that there's no
kitchen. The refugio in the next town supposedly has a kitchen, so
after a short rest we head off to Poblacion de Campos.
Poblacion de Campos is, as we used to say at the Evandale Post
Office, a "good place to be from". That is, you no longer live there.
The refugio was tiny, the kitchen ill-equipped. It's a self-run
refugio, in an old schoolhouse. We grabbed beds, I killed the large
insect living in mine and discard the grotty looking blankets and
In the twilight we visited the local bar, located not far from the
refugio. Then again in a town that size everything's close by.
Every bloke in this town looked the same: moustache, blue jeans,
checked shirt. Imagine if one of them went missing, and the wife
had to report it to the police. "Could you please describe your
"Well he has a moustache, he was wearing blue jeans and a checked
Half-an-hour later, "Good news senora, we've found your husband!
In fact we've found ten of him."