#02 – Pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela

I woke up and gasped for fresh air. My mummy sleeping bag was covering my whole body, including my face. There was a tiny hole to get a little bit of fresh air, but during my sleep I probably turned my head around. It was cold, very cold. While half awake I managed to widen the opening and to get my arms out. In the dark I tried to find my phone, with my cold hands, in order to check what time it is. “Oh gosh, it’s just 4 a.m., and I’m freezing now already”. With some more effort I got my emergency blanket and wrapped it around me. A few hours later I woke up again, soaked in the condensation of my own body. Did I regret being in this situation? Hell no.