Camino de Santiago: Part 12
Apr. 24th, 2014 12:59 pmExcept in Church Porches: Astorga to Vega del Valcarce (24th - 28th April 2007)
Yves Massarde: I understand you believe there is some sort of plague coming out of Mali.
Dr Frank Hopper: We don't like to say "plague".
Yves Massarde: What do you think it is, then?
Dr Eva Rojas: A plague. - Sahara, 2005
GENERAL: Away, away!
POLICE: (without moving) Yes, yes, we go.
GENERAL: These pirates slay.
POLICE: Tarantara!
GENERAL: Then do not stay.
POLICE: Tarantara!
GENERAL: Then why this delay?
POLICE: All right, we go.
ALL: Yes, forward on the foe! Yes, forward on the foe!
GENERAL: Yes, but you don't go!
POLICE: We go, we go
ALL: Yes, forward on the foe! Yes, forward on the foe!
GENERAL: Yes, but you don't go!
POLICE: We go, we go
ALL: At last they go! At last they really go! - The Pirates of Penzance - W. S. Gilbert and Arthur Sullivan
The next morning we discovered the downside to staying in the wonderful Albergue San Miguel in Hospital de Orbigo. Our rucksacks had been invaded by bedbugs. 'Chinches,' the hospitalero said with resignation, and produced some potent and no doubt deeply environmentally unfriendly spray. We sprayed half-heartedly, promised to do it again later in the evening, and set out.
( Warning: even more image-heavy than usual )
Yves Massarde: I understand you believe there is some sort of plague coming out of Mali.
Dr Frank Hopper: We don't like to say "plague".
Yves Massarde: What do you think it is, then?
Dr Eva Rojas: A plague. - Sahara, 2005
GENERAL: Away, away!
POLICE: (without moving) Yes, yes, we go.
GENERAL: These pirates slay.
POLICE: Tarantara!
GENERAL: Then do not stay.
POLICE: Tarantara!
GENERAL: Then why this delay?
POLICE: All right, we go.
ALL: Yes, forward on the foe! Yes, forward on the foe!
GENERAL: Yes, but you don't go!
POLICE: We go, we go
ALL: Yes, forward on the foe! Yes, forward on the foe!
GENERAL: Yes, but you don't go!
POLICE: We go, we go
ALL: At last they go! At last they really go! - The Pirates of Penzance - W. S. Gilbert and Arthur Sullivan
The next morning we discovered the downside to staying in the wonderful Albergue San Miguel in Hospital de Orbigo. Our rucksacks had been invaded by bedbugs. 'Chinches,' the hospitalero said with resignation, and produced some potent and no doubt deeply environmentally unfriendly spray. We sprayed half-heartedly, promised to do it again later in the evening, and set out.
( Warning: even more image-heavy than usual )