Posted by: chasrle | October 19, 2009

One for the firebugs – F!re Profi

My brother (who should not be trusted with matches) sent me an interesting link to a review of the F!re Profi wood burning stove over at Carnets d’Aventures. The review is in French, but even if you don’t speak any, the pictures give you a good idea. In their tests, the F!re Profi boiled a litre of water in 6m10s vs 16m for a BushBuddy.

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Posted by: chasrle | October 2, 2009

Slide Test 2

Posted by: chasrle | October 2, 2009

Slide Test 1

Posted by: chasrle | September 29, 2009

Musical Interlude: RH, TLB

… I’m not sure I should admit to this one, or share it.

On a long walk, there are a few songs I resort to to keep the pace up, and on my last walk this one crept in, to the extent that I eventually had to ban myself from singing it…

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: Kids! Hey! Yo! If your teachers try and teach you crazy old songs, PAY ATTENTION! Give it 20+ years and they will turn out useful when you’re trying to complete a 40km walk…

Posted by: chasrle | September 27, 2009

CdN: Hendaye/Irun to Santiago, some numbers…

Days: 28
Distance: 862km (not counting more/less due to directional variations)
Directional variations: countless
Longest day: 47km (catching up with plan…)
Boat trips: 3
Accommodation: Albergue de peregrino 19, Albergue juvenil 4, Hostal 2, Hotel 1, Patrol tent (albergue full due to fiesta) 1
Pairs of socks lost: 0.5

Posted by: chasrle | September 27, 2009

CdN: Day 28+1, Santiago

Made it in to Santiago yesterday at midday, having finished the Camino de Norte a day beforehand in Arzua, and then followed the crowds along the Camino Frances to Santiago de Compostela. It´s quite a culture shock, moving from the relatively quiet Camino del Norte, where at most I´d pass three or four others walking the camino in a day, to the Camino Frances, passing one person after another and where every corner now seems to have a cafe.

Today has been my first morning in 28 days where I haven´t been packing my bag to move on, so I got up early for old time´s sake and wandered down to where the route continues out of town to Cabo Fisterre, the end of the world. It´s a shame that just when the walking is going smoothly, the walk comes to an end.

Posted by: chasrle | September 16, 2009

CdN: Day 18, Aviles

18 days in, approx 536km done, 327km to go. The weather has been generally pretty good – I´m working on my south side tan – although today has been a day of constant drizzle with some big cloudbursts.

It has been a day of two halves, in the morning, out of Oviedo and up into the hills on back roads, lanes and tracks. It looked as though the heavy showers of the early morning would pass and I´d get away with dry feet.

Mid morning, I passed an old lady, who, with thunder crackling above, told me “va a llover” – it´s going to rain. Must be some old country lore or some such. Ten minutes later, I was sheltering in a copse watching the road flow with rain.

On through the town of Posada de Llanera (with a brief stop for cafe and boccadillo de lomo) and up over the hills and through a eucalyptus plantation and it was down to the AS17 road, for 10km along the road. Head torch on on blinking mode and a long slog along the road, dispensing kind words and driving advice to passing motorists.

I survived to get to Aviles, which has a nice old arcaded town centre, great for sheltering from passing showers. Best get off now to find a restaurant with a decent cheap menu de noche to get some food in before head down.

Following our initial research into precipitation patterns in the Iberian Peninsula, we find that we have to disagree with earlier research (see Higgins et al.) locating the predominant rainfall in the plains area. We have not found a significant statistical difference with precipitation occurring equally in coastal areas, low hills and urban areas…

Posted by: chasrle | September 6, 2009

The Streets of Laredo

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo
As I walked out in Laredo one day,
I spied a young cowboy, all wrapped in white linen
Wrapped up in white linen and cold as the clay.

“I see by your outfit, that you are a cowboy.”
These words he did say as I slowly walked by.
“Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story,
For I’m shot in the breast, and I’m dying today.”

This is a pre-timed post – if all’s gone to plan, this afternoon, I will be walking the streets of Laredo, although a different one than the one the songwriter had in mind. I knew the song title, but didn’t think I had actually heard it so looked it up on wikipedia (link) – it’s actually part of an intriguing little story of how songs evolve. Particularly interesting is the link to Rob Walker’s investigation into the history of the Jazz/Blues standard St James Infirmary Blues (link), which shares a common root with The Streets of Laredo.

Also interesting in the wiki entry is the comedy version, which spins off the second verse into:
“I can see by your outfit that you are a cowboy.”
“I see by your outfit you are a cowboy too.”
“We see by our outfits that we are both cowboys.
If you get an outfit, you can be a cowboy too.”

Maybe if I’ve managed to dress as somebody able to walk 40km a day I’ll have managed to get this far… or failing that I’ll be in St. James Infirmary.

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Posted by: chasrle | September 4, 2009

CdN: Bilbao

Made it to Bilbao in slight drizzle – only 725 or so kms to go…

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