A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
This is Juanjo, I'm taking a photo of Juanjo taking a photo of Parzan. I'd met Juanjo the night before, we were both staying in the same place. We were going the same way, got on really well, and would accompany each other for I think it was three days in the end. We had a happy time.\r\n\r\nThis was my first day walking and I already was suffering, my feet hurt and my pack was too heavy and yet it only weighed eight or nine kilos, perhaps eleven with the food and water I was carrying. What a wimp, I meant hikers later who were doing the HRP who, with ice axes, crampons and rope, had packs of 27 kilos.
It would seem that, in addition to the food I'm carrying in my pack, I've already eaten a fair amount of it too. That's the problem with Spain for me, the food's great and I constantly feel like a python.