I've reached the South Pacific and dipped my toe in to christen the event. Some boys were swimming in the crystalline blue surf, loads of people on the beach... the water is certainly inviting, though too cold in this early springtime for full immersion in my opinion.
The mountains plunge right into the sea and the walk involves many big ups and equally many big downs. Santiago was as far south as the pilgrim route goes, and I'm heading north again, directly into the sun, giving the burn on my face a chance to even out after the month plus of walking west and only over-weathering the right side. It takes some work trying to figure out the daily routes now; the towns are becoming more widely separated with fewer roads connecting them. The Atacama Desert is the next big destination, and then the effort to cross it with the stipulations that I don't like walking alongside the highways and I have to find a house or other building to sleep in every 45 to 55 kilometers. Still hoping to reach Cuzco for Christmas.
Pilgriming remains great!