OUR WAY

 31st May 2025

Day 34 - O Logoso to Finisterre (end of the world)

km 0. Finisterre, ‘El Faro’

Both awake before my 5:30am alarm, we crept quietly from the dorm with our half-packed rucksacks and finished packing outside in the driveway under a helpful streetlamp, so not to disturb those still sleeping.

Last pre sunrise walk for a while

It was one of the warmest mornings yet and by 5:45 we were walking. After weeks on the road, we’d somehow become capable of being up, dressed, packed and out within fifteen minutes - a miracle that never seems to happen at home. That didn’t include breakfast, of course, which came just 2 km later when Gaby found her essential morning coffee. The café was surprisingly open at 6:10am - the only one for the next 15 km - and judging by the price of a cafe con leche, they knew they had a captive market. I’d already tucked into breakfast earlier: a supermarket eight-pack of napolitanas de chocolate. Functional and entirely justified.

The morning mist lingered, but around 15 km in, the cloud lifted and sunlight began warming our faces and the back of my already quite tanned legs. Reaching the town of Cee, we took the coastal route and avoided the centre - the lure of pastries and second coffees might have derailed us. A few short ascents and descents brought our first glimpse of the end: the lighthouse at Finisterre, ‘El Faro’, still 10 km away but now visible on the distant headland.

At the first beach, Gaby made a beeline for the water, changing straight into her bikini. She made it waist-deep into the Atlantic before retreating, quickly discovering it was colder than it looked. I was sensible and didn't even dip my toes in.

Too nice not to take a dip?

Back through a tree-lined trail we arrived at the main beach, Praia da Langosteira - over 2 km of golden sand. With the sun high and the heat building, we opted for the shaded path behind the dunes. After a short stop at our albergue, we carried on the final 3.5 km to the lighthouse.

We took our photos beside the 0 km marker, proof that we had reached the end of our 870 km journey on foot. There was no grand sense of achievement, no chorus of angels – just a quiet relief, a shared look, and the simple satisfaction of having made it all the way from the foothills of the Pyrenees to the edge of the Atlantic. It felt strange, really, that something so big could end in a car park full of day-trippers and fridge magnets. Still, we’d done it. And after weeks of thinking only about the next step, we were finally allowed to stop – at least until we remembered we still had 3.5 km to walk back to the albergue.

El Faro - the lighthouse

Tomorrow is a rest day. A proper one. No alarms, no backpacks, just a lie-in, beach time, and a gentle recovery. The day after, we catch the bus back to Santiago. Ten more days of holiday left - no walking required.

If you have followed us this far, keep checking back as we might post some of our adventures in the next 10 days.