The taxi collected me at 8am. It was the Caminofacil luggage transport and we stopped at many small places along the way picking up bags and packs. It was a bit like travelling on the old milk train between Durban and Johannesburg in the 1950's.
He told me that he would have to apply traction to the fingers and that he might hurt me but it wasnt too bad. I just thought of my son, Mark, and turned my head away! He cut the old cast off and I was surprised at how purple and yellow the arm was almost to the elbow.
Kathy arrived later than expected after missing the turn to the alternate route alongside the river and walking the long, hard slog into the city. We decided to go on the Chuchu tourist train and spent 40 minutes seeing the sights that way.
Then we walked back along the Camino route to the Renfe train ticket office where Kathy bought her ticket from Sarria to Madrid.
On the way back to the hotel we went to the bus station to get a timetable for my buses for the next few days. Because it is the weekend, there are no buses to Hornilos del Camino tomorrow or from there to Castrojeriz on Sunday. I'll have to take taxis both days.Kathy went out to find dinner and I tried to negotiate the jacuzzi type shower without getting my new cast wet.
It is cold in Burgos. Night temperatures are down to 3 and 4o and daytime not higher than 14oC.