Tuesday, October 7, 2025

The Most Interesting Places in the World Natural Wonders

 

Natural wonders arrest us. Few experiences rival standing toe-to-toe with majestic canyons, vast ice flows, or banded deserts that remind us just how remarkable this planet is. Natural wonders predate humanity and resist human efforts to tame them, leaving their mark on every generation.

The most interesting places in the world are not just pretty pictures. They are homelands, inspirations, and launchpads of adventure. We haven’t completed our circuit around the world yet (still working on it), but we’ve covered five continents and though it was worth the effort to share ten outstanding destinations that challenged us, moved us, and left lasting impressions. Seek them out. We have suggested distinct, engaging and helpful ways to experience each wonder actively and meaningfully.

Of course, no list can capture every worthy corner of Earth. We’ve had to omit several, like Peru’s Paracas Reserve, Spain’s cliff-hugging Ronda, and Wyoming’s Devil’s Tower—each unforgettable in its own right. You can learn and see more about those elsewhere, by reading our stories and journals. Our selection reflects only a small portion of what we’ve seen over 700 days of adventuring across five continents.



Ride Horseback Through Monument Valley

Standing in front of a location that seems almost otherworldly has a certain magic. The sandstone buttes of Monument Valley is one of those places. But if you really want to see the valley at its most spectacular, find a local Navajo guide to take you through its massive spires on horseback. There’s no better way, especially since Monument Valley became famous in the 1930s as the location for some of the most iconic cowboy movies ever made. Get on a horse and canter with a Navajo shaman in the same way the Navajo themselves have for hundreds of years. Take your time. You’ll feel a part of something timeless, and you’ll never forget the experience. If you want to know more, you can read Chip’s description of Chip and Cyndy’s exploration and ride through Monument Valley, with Jameson, the Navajo shaman who showed them the way. It’s quite a story.

The sun glows through the clouds over the ocean at cape horn where a tiny estuary is protected by the land

Sunrise at Cape Horn

It’s not every day that you find yourself sitting at the precipice of South America. But it’s beyond exhilarating. You not only feel like you are standing at the edge of the world, at Cape Horn you are at its edge, and it is wild and beautiful beyond imagining. Three oceans converge at these wild waters – the Atlantic, the Pacific and the Southern. Beyond that land there is nothing but wind-whipped seas and Antarctica itself, 300 miles south. Should you be lucky enough to find yourself in this place, you’ll notice a small mailbox. From there you can pen a letter and drop it into the box near the tiny chapel at land’s end. Eventually, some good friend will get the word that you made it to the very bottom of the world.

Before you leave, make sure to salute to the Albatross Monument that sits amidst the wild wind at the top of plateau. It was constructed as a remembrance to the uncounted sailors who didn’t make it through those waters into calmer Pacific seas. Should you make it to Cape Horn and climb its 200 foot precipice at dawn, you’ll be among a small group of humans who have seen the sun rise upon one of the planet’s most spectacular locations.


Our cruise through Tierra del Fuego brought us to Cape Horn on the fourth day of our journey.

Recommendation:

If you’re looking to make the most of a Patagonian adventure, here are 10 Great Things to Do in Patagonia.

Go Dog Sledding in Finland’s Lapland

Snow covered pines rise from the snowy tundra and light reflects off the trees in this winter wonderland

Winter wonderland in Pallas-Yllästunturi National Park

In the far north of Finland, not too distant from the rumored location of Santa’s workshop, is the arctic expanse of Pallas-Yllästunturi National Park. This snowy landscape is home to a large taiga woodland that, at the right time of year, becomes a winter wonderland, empty of humans, and as untouched as the Antarctic mountains on the opposite end of the world. Except here reindeer, elk, and bear, roam rather than penguins, leopard seals and penguins.

Before the polar night steals away the sun for a few weeks, the region is ideal for winter hiking, skiing, ice fishing, and other popular snow sports. But we were interested in a something more exotic, a dog sledding camp in nearby Kittilä.

Huskies are winter dogs, born to run. The snow-covered, wide open spaces in Lapland are perfect for them and kennels abound. It took us some time, with misadventures along the way, but we eventually found our camp (with some help from new friends) and met the pups. These are happy animals, and well treated. When harnessed, they are anxious to move. Our only regret is we could not spare the two hours needed to ride with them. Important: Budget enough time to ride when you visit.

Meet some of Finland’s sledding dogs, the most affectionate canines you may ever see.

Wander the Desierto Florido, then Stargaze in the Atacama

Low clouds float over the low green Elqui Valley, surrounded by desert mountains

The Atacama is almost too dry to comprehend, less than one inch of rainfall per year, thanks to the unique interaction of ocean and air off the coast of Chile. What little natural moisture Atacama receives comes mostly from the fog. Despite that, the desert sustains a thriving ecosystem of flora and fauna mostly residing in the less arid regions.

These environmental conditions make life a challenge, but it is also one of Earth’s best places for stargazing. The high altitude, barren cloud cover, and freedom from light and radio interference makes the perfect location for scanning the night skies. Numerous observatories scatter radio dishes across the landscape all aimed upward. In Vicuna, we joined a handful of stargazers, humbled as we gazed through a 14 inch telescope. 

From time to time, Atacama offers visitors one more wonder. From September to November, coinciding with El Nino years, visitors are treated to the Desert Bloom, a phenomenon where more than 200 flowering species germinate across the landscape, bringing vibrant color to the earth. The perfect day in Atacama is a breathtaking Desert Bloom at dawn and an explosion of starry night after sunset.

We had the pleasure of spending a week in Atacama on our way to Patagonia and the desert did not disappoint. We didn’t catch the Desert Bloom but had a fantastic time navigating the terrain and stargazing in Elqui Valley.

Our experience meandering the Atacama region begins here in San Pedro.

Step Ashore as a Viking at L’Anse aux Meadows

When Leif Eriksson led his thirty seafarers ashore in Newfoundland 1000 years ago, he became another newcomer who “discovered” the New World, following in the footsteps of migrants that had been arriving for 15,000 years. His unique twist? Being the first to come the other way, arriving from Europe instead of Asia.


L’Anse aux Meadows, site of his landing, is an alien landscape; flat, treeless, layers of lichen atop ancient granite rock. But there is civilization to be found. The Meadows’s visitor center and museum celebrates the arrival. Guests can find exhibits of replica Viking ships and long-houses, documentary films, and storytelling programs. If you really want to fit in, come in costume and wander around as a true Norse emissary.

The weather is unpredictable (as we discovered), particularly in the offseason, but the grounds are always open if you’re willing to brave the winds. We visited in the fall and had the site to ourselves. With some advanced planning and correspondence, we were able to visit the museum and enjoy a private tour. But that’s not always the case.

Read our story Vikings! to learn what a visit to L’Anse aux Meadows is like. You might also be interested in the ride along the Viking Trail and the stunning Gros Morne National Park too.

Camel Your Way to a Sunset in the Moroccan Sahara

It is hard to believe that the bright orange Sahara was once a lush green paradise filled with palms, rivers, and giraffes. Today, 100º F is about normal summer temperature and water is scarce, except when the seasonal rains resupply the shallow aquifers. This is the vast, stunning land where Lawrence of Arabia and Antoine Saint-Exupéry created legends.

The Sahara extends thousands of miles, from Morocco to Egypt, distant bookends we have been privileged to visit. Its inhabitants are nomadic, Arabs, Berbers, Tuareg, and others, managing livestock near oases scattered across the landscape. It does not seem to be an enviable lifestyle, yet it has persisted for millennia.

When the sun descends and temperatures drop to double digits, the desert transforms. Oranges and yellows saturate, the shadows add texture, and the western sky begins to glow. The scene is mesmerizing as the sun melts like a magnificent molten ball and disappears one more time into the darkening sands.

We joined our guides on camelback to take us into these dry lands outside Merzouga, Morocco, near the Algerian border. The camel, efficiently adapted to this harsh wilderness, tolerated us as we rocked and rolled our way to the sunset. Our kufiyyas (light cotton wraps tied around the head) made us feel like sultans. Our mounts were surely amused.

Make your way to Morocco, and don’t neglect the desert. We have a great collection of stories from Morocco that you shouldn’t miss. But our desert journey astride a camel rates high.

Recommendations:

If you’re looking to make the most of a Moroccan adventure, we think this is how to spend two perfect weeks in Morocco. You can find more of our Moroccan recommendations here.

The king of fjords

Sognefjord, Norway’s proudest fjord and dubbed the “king of the fjords,” twists and turns inland over 100 miles, splitting into smaller fjords along the way. These channels, some deeper than they are wide, are dotted with settlements like Skerjehamn with its vibrant-hued stucco buildings surrounded by vivid green pastures.

Activities abound in the Norwegian fjords. Biking and hiking, by land, kayaking by sea. And each village has its own offerings: farms, Viking-styled architecture, nearby glaciers. For those interested in natural landmarks, the Aurlandsfjord branch splits into Nærøyfjord, a UNESCO site rated as the number one natural world heritage site by National Geographic Society. It has become a top visitor destination. Manage your time well to do it all.

Our own trip through Sognefjord came by ferry. Our destination was Flåm, where we could enjoy one of the most scenic railways in the world. Just 20 miles in length, the hourlong ride completes one of the world’s steepest standard gauge climbs, passing through forest, waterfalls, tunnels and more, up 865 meters on the way to Mrydal. Read about the ferry ride from Bergen to Flåm. You might also enjoy this video of the falls at Mrydal, where we were serenaded by a lady in red.

Recommendations:

If you’re looking to make the most of a Norwegian adventure, we think this is how to spend two perfect weeks in Norway. You can find more of our Norwegian recommendations here.

One resident flock of Gentoo penguins on Petermann Island

It was 30°F in the middle of summer and we could not be happier. We were surrounded by an endless spectrum of grays, blues, and whites. The only other colors were those we brought with us… and the red beaks of the Gentoos.

An expedition to Antarctica is a special voyage, unlike anything you are likely to encounter. The white continent is an ancient land and a patient place. The glaciers are thousands of years old, slowly calving into icebergs that litter the water around us, immense floating islands of ice. We navigated these obstacles in our zodiacs to step ashore, standing on land lit by an unworldly, ghostly, primeval sun.

All around Gentoos flocked and squawked, sometimes molting and quite in their exhaustion. Soon the young would mature and take to the waters. We searched for other wildlife, notably humpback whales, who were sometimes kind enough to sound a greeting and put on a show. We found orcas, sea lions, and the occasional snow petrel hunting above. Antarctica is part of Planet Earth, yet it feels otherworldly.

Petermann Island was the first visit after crossing the turbulent Drake Passage aboard the Ocean Diamond, four days into our 10 day Antarctic excursion. Read what it’s like to visit Antarctica starting with Petermann Island. Please enjoy the entire Antarctic expedition here.

Recommendation:

If you’re thinking about your own Antarctic adventure, we recommend you look at Quark Expeditions.

Read Grimm’s Fairy Tales at Triberg Waterfalls

A waterfall with multiple streams crashes into a pool before running down a vivid green hillside

The falls at Triberg. Bring a copy of Grimm’s Fairy Tales to read.

The Black Forest is a place of haunting beauty, inspiring stories born from superstition, folklore, and a healthy dose of (somewhat morbid) imagination that have become some of the west’s favorite fairy tales. The Grimm brothers derived their famous stories from local lore, creating something less child-friendly than the G-rated versions that Walt Disney later adapted.

Throughout the thick forest are ancient villages, rivers, great trees, and the Triberg waterfalls, sometimes called “Germany’s most beautiful natural wonder.” These waterfalls are formed by the Gutach river, plunging 163 meters until giving way to a small valley and the town of Triberg. Visitors can access the falls by hiking above the town, admiring the seven major stages as they go. It’s an easy, beautiful hike. When you visit, be sure to bring your copy of Grimm’s Fairy Tales, sit by the water and recite your favorite.

On our visit to Triberg, we stopped in at the Black Forest museum and the world’s largest cuckoo clock. For those who love clocks and German engineering, The House of a 1000 Cuckoos is perfect for you. Read about our visit to the Black Forest here. Visitors should also make time to enjoy the (Baden) Black Forest scenic railway.

Kayak in Torres del Paine

Two riders of a kayak paddle away on Gray Lake in Torres del Paine. Tall rock walls border the lake to left and right

Kayaking on Gray Lake Torres del Paine

You may never see a sight as arresting as Torres del Paine. Three stony claws extend angrily to the sky, textured by the competing forces of tectonics below the earth and the glaciers above. These great blue towers are omnipresent. Even when obscured by the massive clouds formed from the collision of peaks, glaciers, lakes and rivers, they never fully disappear.

Parque Nacional Terres del Paine straddles the Chilean-Argentine border, with access points via both countries. (Our entrance took us through Chilean territory, via Cerra Castillo, a town known for its bronco busting festivals.) The most distinctive feature are the three granite towers that give the park its name. Torres is a popular hiking destination boasting numerous rivers, lakes, and glaciers for sightseers to marvel over.

For a different kind of adventure, explore the park by water the way we did. Armed with kayaks, we entered Gray Lake, fed by spill from Gray Glacier, and glided towards the blue Rio Serrano. The only catch … button up tight. You don’t want to get caught in the wrong end in those frigid waters. Wet suits are necessary, even if it makes you look like a pregnant bug. Our ride that day was calm, the waters forgiving, but you can never be sure what you’ll get. 

Read what the Kayaking experience in Torres is like. Adventurers who prefer dry land might want to try Torres del Paine by horseback. Pedestrians might be curious about the hiking experience in Torres. The ‘O’ and ‘W’ hikes are the most popular circuits. They are rugged and take several days each to complete.

Recommendation:

Read our Perfect Patagonian Itinerary as a guide to planning your own adventure. You can find more recommendations for visiting Patagonia here.

FAQ

Q1: How should Monument Valley be explored?

A: The most genuine way to see Monument Valley is on a horseback ride or if necessary a drive though the park. A guide on horseback can lead you through famous buttes and mesas, and share you stories about their culture.

Q2: Is it safe to travel to Cape Horn?

A: Yes, but the weather can change at any time. The majority of visitors to Cape Horn take a cruise, and landings are contingent on the state of the sea. Traveling to the "end of the world" is an exciting adventure. We took an Australis ship called the Ventus from Punta Arenas to Ushuaia.

Q3: When is the best time to see the Northern Lights and go sledding in Lapland?

A: The best months for dog sledding and other snow sports are December through March. The period from late autumn to early spring is when the skies are clearest and darkest for the Northern Lights. (That’s when we went.)

Q4: How frequently does Chile's Desierto Florido occur?

A: Only in years with unusual rainfall—usually from September to November—does this natural wonder come to life. The Atacama landscape is transformed as the desert blossoms with vibrant wildflowers. On average it rains in this, the most arid place on earth, less than one inch per year. Visitors beware, the Chilean government has instituted protection programs to maintain the delicate ecology during the bloom.

Q5: What is unique about L'Anse aux Meadows?

A: A UNESCO World Heritage site, it is the only known Viking settlement in North America and offers living history tours and tours of restored Norse homes.

Q6: Is it possible to ride a camel in the Moroccan Sahara at any time of year?

A: Although camel treks are possible all year round, the best times to go are in the spring and fall when the weather is milder.

Q7: What is the best way to experience the Sognefjord?

A: It’s hard to choose poorly in the Norwegian fjords. But for variety of experiences, consider a circuit from Bergen by ferry to Flåm, making the return trip to Bergen via the Flåm railway to the Bergen Railway at Myrdal station. Or try it in reverse!

Q8: What wildlife can I see on Petermann Island in Antarctica?

A: You will see seals, whales, and penguin colonies. Because humpbacks frequently breach near boats, whale watching near Petermann Island is particularly rewarding.

Q9: What makes Triberg Waterfalls so well-known in Germany?

A: The Black Forest is home to Germany's tallest waterfalls, and some of the world’s most famous fairy tales. Many tourists combine their trip with fairy tale activities, such as reading “Hansel and Gretal” or “Sleeping Beauty” by the waterfalls.

Q10: Is hiking the only activity in Torres del Paine?

A: Not at all! You can kayak, ride horses, or go on scenic drives in addition to the well-known W Trek. It's among the top locations in Patagonia for a variety of adventures.

 

Resource: https://vagabond-adventure.com/library/most-interesting-places-in-the-world-part-one-natural-wonders

Friday, September 26, 2025

Waterfall Serenade by a Lady in Red, Myrdal Norway

Learn more about the Vagabond Adventure at vagabond-adventure.com and read the story about our ferry through the Sognefjord to Flåm from day 608 here: https://vagabond-adventure.com/vagabond-journal/vagabond-adventure-day-608-bergen-to-flom-ferry 




Saturday, September 20, 2025

Road Trip Egypt from Cairo to Alexandria a visual journey


The world is big and full of remarkable destinations. Take a deeper dive into the places we’ve been privileged to explore, all crafted from our own experiences. Use this information along with our Travel Recommendations to craft your dream adventure, Vagabond style if you like.

See more: https://vagabond-adventure.com/destinations



Tuesday, September 16, 2025

Exploring the Best Travel Adventure Stories with Vagabond Adventure

 

Travel is more than moving from one place to another—it’s about experiencing cultures, meeting people, and collecting moments that shape who we are. Every trip carries its own surprises, teaching us lessons that go far beyond maps and guidebooks. The joy of sitting by a campfire under the stars, the thrill of hiking to a hidden peak, or even the humor of a missed train can become part of a lifelong memory.

Stories like these connect us. They remind us that the world is vast, yet we share the same human curiosity to explore. Travel is not just about destinations—it’s about the inner adventure that begins when we step outside our comfort zone. Whether you are a seasoned globetrotter or someone planning your first trip, there’s always something new waiting to be discovered.

At Vagabond Adventure, we believe that journeys are best remembered when shared. That’s why our community brings together explorers from every corner of the globe. Through our Vagabond Journal, you’ll find narratives that resonate with the true essence of discovery. If you are searching for the best travel adventure stories, our platform curates authentic accounts from real travelers who have turned moments into memories.

These stories are not written by travel agencies with glossy brochures, but by individuals who embraced the unexpected—sometimes facing challenges, other times stumbling upon hidden treasures. For example, a traveler recounts the warmth of strangers who offered shelter during a sudden storm in the mountains. Another shares the thrill of navigating bustling markets where every corner tells a tale of tradition. These experiences remind us that the most powerful journeys often happen when plans don’t go as expected.

Beyond entertainment, these stories serve as guides and inspirations. They offer insights into local cultures, tips for overcoming travel hurdles, and encouragement to venture into new territories. When readers dive into these narratives, they find themselves transported—walking cobblestone streets, tasting exotic flavors, and hearing the echoes of distant festivals. This connection between the storyteller and the reader is what transforms a travel account into a true adventure.

What makes the Vagabond Journal different is its authenticity. We value real voices, personal struggles, and genuine triumphs. Each entry is crafted to spark curiosity and inspire courage. For aspiring travelers, this collection becomes more than reading material; it becomes a source of motivation. After all, knowing that someone else took that leap into the unknown makes it easier for you to do the same.

The beauty of these adventures also lies in their diversity. Some are tales of solo wanderers who found confidence in unfamiliar places. Others are family expeditions where bonds grew stronger under foreign skies. There are also stories of friends who embarked on journeys and returned with memories they’ll share for a lifetime. Each narrative, though unique, echoes a universal truth: travel has the power to change us.

By engaging with these accounts, readers not only enjoy exciting stories but also discover practical knowledge. From learning about budget-friendly hacks to uncovering must-visit local gems, the Vagabond Journal becomes both a guide and a companion. This dual value—informational and emotional—is what makes our platform stand out.

So if you’ve been dreaming of adventures yet to come or reflecting on ones already taken, the Vagabond Adventure community welcomes you. Explore the best travel adventure stories on our journal page, and let them inspire your next journey. Because every adventure, big or small, deserves to be told—and yours might just be the next story that inspires someone else.

Thursday, September 11, 2025

Remembering Close Encounters: A Journey Beyond the Ordinary

 45 years later, Close Encounters of the Third Kind still entertains and thrills audiences.  It’s a sci-fi classic with an epic, landmark location that audiences never forget. Steven Spielberg’s choice of Devils Tower for the finale of Close Encounters of the Third Kind remains one of modern cinema’s biggest, mind-blowing final reel moments.

It’s been 45 years since Spielberg’s blockbuster Close Encounters of the Third Kind hit the big screen in 1977.

Face it, ever since the UFO hysteria was unleashed following the Roswell incident back in 1947 the interest in flying saucers and space aliens has never diminished.


It has sparked our collective imagination.  Are we alone in this endlessly vast universe?  Or does otherworldly intelligence exist?  And, if so, what would it be like if we ever encountered them?

The question has flashed through the minds of everyone who has ever peered into the twinkling night sky and felt that overwhelming sense of awe and wonder.

Hollywood wasted no time in offering up possible scenarios.  In Howard Hawk’s The Thing from Another World (1951) the interplanetary traveler is a terrifying monster.  In Robert Wise’s The Day The Earth Stood Still (1951) he is an emissary with a dire warning, and a nine-foot robot companion whose mission is to maintain global peace. The Earth and its nations can either grow up and discard their nuclear weapons or be reduced to a burned out cinder.  You could argue that Gort—the name of the robot—was the original Robocop

In addition to these classic films, there have been a steady stream of flying saucer films over the years. Many of the early ones were low-budget, drive-in movie fare, featuring actors in pathetic rubber costumes chasing scantily clad women. They have ranged from flat-out comedy (Earth Girls Are Easy, 1988) to splashy, big-budget, effects-driven spectacles like Independence Day, 1996.

Rarely had the topic been treated very seriously.  That is, until Steven Spielberg made Close Encounters of the Third Kind. 

It was a masterful mix of reality and fantasy—a blend of all the sightings and rumors and speculation that had accumulated over the years, with a sprinkling of pure imagination and state of the art Hollywood special effects.

At last, UFOlogists had a movie they could call their own.  Spielberg, the consummate storyteller, opens the film with a tantalizing moment in an air traffic control room in which something totally mysterious streaks across the radar screens, verified by airline pilots who can’t believe what they just witnessed.

Close Encounters weaves together tantalizing folklore and documented, unexplained accounts of UFOs with unsolved pop culture mysteries like all those planes and ships that disappeared in the infamous Bermuda Triangle.  He cobbles together the argument that something is out there, something that we have never been able to account for.

And so, when strange things start happening to the main characters in the film, we’re all in.  They are not just crackpots (though they are treated as such, as they always are in movies like this), they are a selected few being invited to witness the greatest moment in the history of mankind—our mind-blowing encounter with beings from another world.

Close Encounters is a hugely successful film, one that is delightfully entertaining in a style that has become Steven Spielberg’s trademark.  It stands the test of time.

Part of the success of this film is, of course, the setting.  I’m speaking of Devils Tower, Wyoming.  It’s the iconic, one-of-a-kind natural setting that cannot be mistaken for any other place on this planet.  It’s the place where the characters need to go.  Collectively, they become obsessed and driven by some overwhelming mysterious psychological motivation that drives them there. But what is the obsession? They sketch it, they make sculptures of it with mashed potatoes and finally piles of wet mud.  They know, and we know, that where they are being brainwashed and programmed to go is a wild place they can’t resist. But again, why?

Devils Tower is a character in this film as much as any of the rest of the cast.  It looms large, very literally.  Its size is overwhelming and awe inspiring, until of course, the alien ship appears above it, completely and dramatically dwarfing it.  It’s the OMG moment that a movie like this requires to knock you out of your seat.

Devils Tower is to Close Encounters what Mount Rushmore was to Hitchcock’s North by Northwest (1959).  Spielberg was heavily influenced by Hitchcock, as his suspense-driven blockbuster film Jaws (1975) revealed.  He knows what you can milk out of a famous, well-known location in the way of anticipation and thrills.

Interestingly, it was David Lean’s film Lawrence of Arabia (1962) that inspired Spielberg to become a filmmaker.  Who can forget the famous cut early in the movie between the closeup of a match being ignited and the vastness of the desert in which men on camels appear to be tiny ants on a massive anthill?

For Spielberg, size matters.  Scale matters.  The choice of Devils Tower became the perfect choice because of it instant recognizability and its staggering size.

Its name should appear in the final credits along with the rest of the stars, and maybe it should have received a special Academy Award for a category called something like Natural Wonder in a Supporting Role.

It deserved it.

 

Resource: https://vagabond-adventure.com/library/remembering-close-encounters

Sunday, September 7, 2025

Blisters, Bridges, and a Priest from Manila: Day Two on the Camino de Santiago

 

Waking Up in Arcade. Breakfast and the Locals

We awoke from our single beds refreshed even though it felt like a vintage Camino Way guesthouse out of Lucy and Desi’s 1950s sitcom (see The Lucy Show). This, we assumed, was because single beds were for people who weren’t necessarily partners. You saw a fair amount of that on the Camino Way. Personally, Cyn and I like to sleep in the same bed. You don’t necessarily get more rest, but it’s a lot more fun!

Once awakened and sensible, we descended to the restaurant downstairs for breakfast. A group of middle-aged men sat by the bar, sipping espressos, with buttered croissants, jacked on caffeine and talking in rapid Spanish over whatever newspapers they had clasped in their hands. It was a lively but good natured discussion, obviously a daily ritual, and I wished I could have gotten involved, but my Spanglish was no match for the latin phrases pouring so swiftly from their mustachioed lips.


Breakfast was served at the same table we had supped the night before: coffee and tart, pulpy orange juice with eggs over easy were placed in front of us along with spicy sausage, thick white toast and rice. We inhaled it, drank some more coffee and surveyed our situation. Next on the Camino Portugués route, our destination was the historic city of Pontevedra, a short seven-mile walk compared to the 14 mile Trail of Blisters we managed to survive the day before.

After breakfast, and back in our room, we re-stuffed our daypacks, I nursed my blisters with a couple of bandaids and we headed outside to bid the wood-sculpted pilgrim at San Salvador de Soutomaior, the church across the street, good-bye. He said nothing in reply. Apparently taking a vow of silence.

Statue of pilgrim of San Salvador de Soutomaior in paved courtyard

The Walk Begins: Roman Bridges and Morning Heat

We saw other pilgrims as we walked through the town, but there seemed to be less of them than the day before. They strode along the path in the sunshine with their backpacks strapped on, some with walking sticks or staffs, others hoofing it old fashioned way. Groups spoke excitedly in various languages, and loners moved over the cobbled stones quiet and determined. The morning was gorgeous but you could already feel the heat. At the edge of the town we crossed a long and beautiful stone bridge, the Ponte Sampaio, one of the most iconic crossings on the Portuguese Way of the Camino de Santiago, with its ten elongated arches. The bridge was originally built by the Romans with masonry that would have done the castles of Camelot proud.

Meeting Father LaSana and His Students

Beyond the bridge, we made our way north, skirting the Rio de Vigo before heading into trees and hills away from the town.  Rivers or streams always seem to be near the Camino because once upon a time there was no running water, no hotels, no restaurants. It was nature or nothing. The streams also have the advantage of being relatively flat, having cut their way through valleys and passes over the eons. Not that “The Way” is ever utterly flat. There were always hills and valleys, ups and downs, much like life.



As we approached the woods, a man walked up to Cyndy speaking perfect English and asked if she was from Pittsburgh. Yes, she agreed, she was. The man knew because Cyndy often kept a sweatshirt stuffed like a little billboard on her back under her day pack that had the word PITTSBURGH emblazoned upon it. He knew the name because he was from Delaware, but currently living in the Philippines.

He was a tall man with a big smile.  How he had ended up in the Philippines and why he was walking the Camino Way was a little complicated. He was a priest—just one of many unexpected encounters you have when meeting people on the Camino. He had asked his bosses to move him from his previous job in the United States to a place closer to the East Coast so that he could be near his family.

“There was a discussion,” he said, “and after a few hours, my supervisors moved me a little further east than I originally intended — Manila.” He smiled his big smile. “I told them that was a little farther east than the location I originally had in mind, but I took the assignment.“

For the past 7 years he had worked as the chaplain in a school for students from kindergarten to grade 12. This explained why he had an boisterous crew of teens clustered with him as we walked.

Father Andre LaSana was a member of a relatively new Catholic priesthood — the Legionnaires of Christ. They sounded unusually similar to the Jesuits – The Society of Jesus — to me — priests who had taught me in high school. I had contemplated becoming a Jesuit myself so I was intrigued. The Legionnaires’ goal, said Fr. LaSana, was to engage not simply within the church, but outside of it – link with the real world. All members of the order take vows of humility, poverty, chastity, and obedience. Very much like the Jebbie’s. And like the Jesuits, it takes a long time to get from deciding to be a member of the priesthood to finally being ordained. Thirteen years in Fr. LaSana’s case.

Legionaires had been founded in the 1940s by a charismatic Catholic priest from Mexico named Marcial Maciel. He grew the Legionnaires quickly and effectively world-wide for over 60 years, but according to the BBC, a 2019 report found that he had personally abused at least 60 children, and that another 33 priests of the order abused minors as well. The total number of children abused by the order since its founding in 1941 came to at least 175, an appalling number and this from a report generated within the order! Fr. Le Sana was forthright about this history. In fact he brought it to my attention when we were talking.



The Legionaries of Christ eventually acknowledged their founder's "reprehensible and objectively immoral behavior" as head of the congregation. The "very serious and objectively immoral acts" of Maciel, which were "confirmed by incontrovertible testimonies", represented "true crimes and manifest a life without scruples or authentic religious sentiment", the Vatican said. Maciel was eventually defrocked and the order was required by Pope Benedict XVI to undergo a process of “purification.” Fr. LaSana told me he thought things had changed, but after 70 years of abuse, many questions remain about the church’s early efforts to hide the facts. 

We walked on through the morning and I talked with some of the young men in the group. There was Miguel, Emilio, Nick Reyes, Nico and several more, but Fr. LaSana said most of them had Filipino nicknames like BongBong and TenTen, and Jell-o (for Angelo). They came from well-to-do Filipino households mostly. Very bright with excellent English. One student planned to be a doctor, another a lawyer, maybe. He said he wasn't sure just yet which made sense to me. He was only 15. It's early, I told him, and suggested he keep his options open. He looked at me thoughtfully and then said, “Of course. That makes sense.”

I asked them their favorite foods and almost universally they told me it was the Filipino version of McDonald's – fast fried chicken with rice or french fries. They were big fans of American movies but didn't have much to say about the Camino Way, at least the religious aspects of it. According to them, it was just a cool opportunity, and a great way to see a part of the world they might never see again. 

Through Forests, Rivers, and Reflections

In time, we split off from Fr. LaSana and his brood, and climbed into low mountains through green forests that provided some relief from the rising heat. You find your mind undertakes little journeys of its own when wandering for hours like this. That was one the advantages of walking The Way. It becomes a spiritual journey whether you intend it or not for the simple reason that it gives you to hours to wander the pathways of your own contemplations. I’ve always found that time expands when I travel. When home we grow accustomed to the same things day after day, but when we travel we cram far more into our day than when we’re home. The first time I took a long trip to Europe in my 20s, I remembered waiting for my parents to pick me up at the airport and thinking surely I had been away for a year. It was only four weeks. But I had jammed so many fresh experiences into those for weeks that I felt time had expanded. This makes travel a kind of time machine, or at least a time expander, a way to get more out of the limits life normally imposes. That is surely one reason why I love travel so much and why Cyn and I were making this journey around the world. The Camino Way was a mini-version of our larger pilgrimage. We were filling each day with more of everything around us, which in turn led to more insights and surprise which made life even more interesting, more joyful, more satisfying, even on rough days.

The route to Pontevedra was idyllic compared to the day before. On day one our battered feet tramped on more pavement than dirt or grass and we saw more cars and trucks than birds or greenery. Today was the opposite. We passed a lovely little chapel as pristine as a cut diamond, and a small farm thick with grapes and peppers and tomatoes.  We found that This section of the Camino Portugués followed Roman Road XIX, a route nearly 2,000 years old and still bearing the worn rock and milestones from the era of the Roman Empire. Circles of yellow sunshine danced through the trees and over moss covered rocks, ferns and birches. If only these rocks could talk, I thought, what stories they could; these thousands upon thousands of pilgrims stretched across time and place in search of salvation and the final resting place of Saint James. At one point I heard a cowbell as we tramped along, and sure enough, there the animal stood among the bushes, indelicately scratching her hind quarters with her back hoof. Clang-clang-clang. I never thought I'd hear that sound in the 21st-century, which shows how much I know about the world.

An Unexpected Fall Near Pontevedra

After a couple of hours we had begun closing in on Pontevedra, but my feet continued losing their battle with the hard ground, and now, not only were my blisters yelping, but Cyn’s had begun to grow a crop of her own. “I hope not,” I said. “Not both of us. We need to find a pharmacy, and get some moleskin.”

Nevertheless, we continued on, in search of relief if nothing else. We were, at least, walking among shaded forest, and had found ourselves walking along a creek of cool water. Out of nowhere among the trees, I stumbled upon a small walled building that seemed to serve no purpose, except as a kind of artistic canvas because it was festooned with artwork, including the silhouetted image of another pilgrim determined to make his way to the grave of the great apostle.

He wore a broad-brimmed Franciscan hat on his head, clearly determined to complete his journey, but static, locked in time. I saluted him as I passed and continued following the stream which must have recently flooded because some of the path was muddy and rutted. For a second I thought I might sit and submerge my crippled feet in the cool water, but decided instead to check my GPS to see how close were to the Pontevedra. That’s when I stuck my foot in a hole and gave it a damn fine twist …

I fell like a sack of beans.

Over time I generally outpace Cyn on our walks. It’s a side effect of having legs considerably longer than hers. I never mean to leave her behind, it’s just that when I turn around to say something, she’s not there! But now she caught up and found me sitting on the damp ground, sock off my left foot, rubbing it as if it were a genie that might deliver a few wishes. If only. Cyn figured I had decided to dip my feet in the cool water too, but I was really checking to see how badly I had twisted my ankle because if it was bad, finishing the hike was going to be a problem. Just getting to Pontevedra was going to be a problem. It wasn’t as if we could hail a taxi and text Uber.

We looked the appendage over. It was nasty, but I had had worse. When I stood up and put weight on it, it wasn’t terrible, as long as I moved forward and stayed on the level. Any turn to the right or left, or any uneven slope or rock, and white shards of sharp pain shot down my leg — thigh to ankle.  I apparently had what doctor’s like to call a high ankle sprain. That was Dr. Walter’s diagnosis, anyhow. Good news. I could walk. Bad news. It takes a long time for this to heal. I put the foot in the creek water right away to reduce the swelling and after 15 minutes, we headed, me limping, into town.

Arrival, Pharmacies, and Finding Relief

Pontevedra is a charming city, larger than Arcade, considerably smaller than Vigo. We found our hotel, a very clean, modern affair located in a part of the town that lay right along The Way. Before we did another thing, we found a farmacia (pharmacy), easily discovered thanks to the neon green crosses that mark each store (essential knowledge if you’re wondering where to buy blister care supplies on the Camino). Inside we bought a few yards of the Compeed® that the store sold. Compeed is a clear, almost elastic tape created to fight blisters by protecting the skin before it’s irritated, or, if it’s too late, after a blister has formed. Either way it saves the skin from the shoe that wants so badly to rub your life miserable. The stuff was a godsend and once we showered we slapped it on with a vengeance. Immediate relief, but still not as good as moleskin in my mind. But as far as we could see Moleskin is not much sold in Europe.



Showered, cooled and thoroughly Compeeded, we ate at the restaurant downstairs. I have no notes to explain what we shoved in our mouths. I’m sure it was good because walking The Way builds the appetite of a marathoner and anything placed on a plate tastes good. Afterwards, with our feet feeling less fiery, we walked the neighborhood, stopped for a couple of cappuccinos as the sun settled toward the horizon and a listened a raucous flock of birds hidden in a nearby tree make a racket that would have done Lead Zeppelin proud. We didn’t last long into the night, charming as the area was. We were fried and sleep beckoned from our air conditioned single beds ending another unforgettable day on the Portuguese Way of the Camino de Santiago.

FAQ

Q1: How long is the walk from Arcade to Pontevedra?

A: The stage is about 7 miles (11 km), making it a relatively easy day compared to longer stretches.

Q2: What challenges should I expect on this route?

A: The path includes hills, uneven ground, and cobblestones, which can cause blisters or even ankle sprains. Heat can also be a factor, so start early and carry water.

Q3: What landmarks will I see along the way?

A: Pilgrims pass the Ponte Sampaio, a Roman-era bridge with ten arches, and sections of the Roman Road 19. The route also winds through forests, chapels, and small farms.

Q4: Who do pilgrims typically meet on this stage?

A: Expect to meet a mix of international travelers, locals, priests, students, and solo walkers. Many walk for spiritual reasons, but others simply for culture, fitness, or adventure.

Q5: How can I treat or prevent blisters on the Camino?

A: Local pharmacies sell Compeed blister pads, which work well for prevention and treatment. Traditional moleskin is less common in Spain, so bring some if you prefer it. Cooling feet in streams, wearing good socks, and taking breaks also help.

 

Resource: https://vagabond-adventure.com/library/camino-de-santiago-day-2-arcade-to-pontevedra

Tuesday, September 2, 2025

Frolicking Sea Lions in Trinity Island, Antarctica

 

Even after these past days of remarkable views, today’s may be the most remarkable of all. We walk among the penguins enjoying their childlike behavior, see a frolicking leopard seal and gaze on the mountains and glaciers gliding along on our zodiacs, and a solitary penguin wandering his own private glacier. The videos and images tell the story.


From Day 525 of the Vagabond Adventure. You can read more about our Antarctic Expedition here: https://vagabond-adventure.com/vagabond-journal/category/Antarctica