Salamanca to El Cubo de Tierra del Vino - (electric wheelchair style)

This morning I waved goodbye to my sister after a fantastic weekend break eating, drinking and looking at art in Salamanca. I had halted the Camino mid June 2026 and was returning.

Salamanca was my end point for a number of reasons principally because there were small nagging battery issues with my wheels but I was also starting to feel homeless. Salamanca happened to be a great place to get a train to Madrid.

I am opting for the Camino Sanabrés route cutting NW across to Santiago de Compostela just north of the Portuguese border. 

It starts heading north either on or adjacent to small roads. These initial sections are fast for my wheels so leaving at 8:00 I was at El Cubo de Tierra del Vino before midday.

This is a small village in the middle of nowhere. It’s like a crossroad town in America’s mid-west only older without billboards.

Charming but very basic. There is a cafe/ restaurant and apparently a shop but you need to call to get it open. The name “El Cubo de Tierra del Vino” is the land of wine. 

Tomorrow - destination Zamora. 

Salamanca break

Venturing into Salamanca as a pilgrim required a big change of pace. On the Camino everything is simple, what to eat and where to sleep. You operate with acceptance. Taking away choice is somehow freeing. You aren’t in charge of what the world is doing to you, just how you chose to be with it.

For most pilgrims life seems to be about your feet. For me it’s the operational details of my wheels. Checking for loose hardware, tyre pressure unusual noises. Attention is on your planned path - are there steps, how deep are water crossings, stepping stones maybe styles, perilously steep thin inclines.

Distance is much less of a problem than walking as the magic is with lithium. My batteries may take me 60km in ideal conditions, certainly 40km is achievable which is a big ask of most pilgrims, day after day. 

Terrain is more critical though but I usually find a way. The last time I was defeated completely was trying to escape Madrid airport terminal 4 without using public transport or taxis. Google maps says it’s possible but without crossing road edge barriers or a motorway, I couldn’t find a way. Fortunately I was able to use the shuttle bus which was easy and fast. The lesson here was not attempt everything independently and take the bus if you need to. 

I interrupted my Camino in Salamanca taking a break for the summer. The supplementary battery was dying on my wheels, its the power behind the legs coming up and down and the lights There are other system monitoring stuff but for me it was about lowering and retracting legs which are also the brakes. I can manage my wheels without legs but if I’m on a train or airport shuttle, I can’t easily be without legs. Its like trying to stand on a bus in roller skates. I was also starting to feel homeless, waking up not knowing where I was. Just making do had become tiring. Another reason was that Salamanca was well connected, a great place to get a train to Madrid. 

There was also a decision to be made on which route I am to take onto Santiago de Compostela. The Vía de La Plata is the old Roman road running from Seville in the south, north to Astorga which is on the Camino Francés. There is however the option to cut the corner heading directly to Santiago de Compostela on the Camino Sanabrés, a quieter route but possibly more challenging on wheels getting into Galicia. 

Meanwhile stopping in Salamanca is lovely with beautiful buildings, art, history, food and comfort.

Morille to Salamanca - (electric wheelchair style)

Leaving Morville at first light. I checked weather and there was a yellow alert for thunder storms. It’s 20km to Salamanca.

This is the southern edges of the Meseta, a large upland plateau where cereals and other crops are grown. It is a sparsely populated part of Spain and sometimes avoided by pilgrims who don’t like the big open exposed landscaped with little shelter from the sun or rain. The climate is baking hot in summer and can be blanketed in snow in winter. I like the huge skies and patchwork of crops but they will probably all be brown in a week or so.

Down hill and the cathedral is visible long before you reach it. The old town is accessed over a Roman arched bridge.

Salamanca has been a university town since 1280. It’s UNESCO world heritage sight is well deserved. It’s buildings are grand and made with local golden sandstone. Everything matches in colour and grandeur.

There are people everywhere, many nationalities, tour groups move like caterpillars amongst the grandeur. 

I visit the Muses de “Art Mouveau y Déco” with amazing collections of automatons or small clockwork people, mainly ladies with fans to wave. Superb paintings, art deco sculptured ladies in beautiful poses. And an huge collection of Lalique glass. Unfortunately photographs were not allowed except in the café featured below. 

Google says: “Salamanca does not have a single dominant style, but rather an eclectic mix deeply rooted in Moorish and Mudejar architecture, beautifully intertwined with Renaissance and Baroque elements. The city’s unique identity is defined by this layered history” - Well said google.

I visit the cathedral and light a candle.

This is the end of the road for now. I have come about 600km from the sea in Cádiz through Andalucía, Extremadura and into Castile y León. I’m 2/3rd's of the way to the northern Spanish coast but only 1/2 way to Santiago de Compostela.

Except for a few minor things my wheels have stood the test and gone above my expectations with days of over 50km carrying my bag of pilgrim’s essentials.

 

As I write this in my bargain hotel room thunder rolls.

Buen Camino

Fuenterroble de Salvatierra to Morille - (electric wheelchair style)

I finally found other pilgrims at the albergue, meeting a woman from Taiwan and a Welsh man, both in their 60’s. I was to meet with them that evening as well. 

A lovely start to the day. Red sky in the morning resulted in some thunder and rain at about 15:00.

More Roman distance markers aside the route that ran mainly straight for the initial 12km. I avoided an option to climb a high point with views, instead sticking to farm tracks and “C” roads.

No coffee or breakfast stops today. I did not run stages together as I wanted to continue with the other pilgrims now I’ve finally met. 

Finally some art in Morille, today’s destination. Several murals and sculptures around the village. 

It must be hard go these small villages to support local services. This one has a library a gallery and a municipal albergue although its single bar is often closed and the one tiny shop has restricted opening hours.

Tomorrow is destination Salamanca. The guide tells us it is the 1/2 way point between Seville and Santiago de Compostela. I hope to stop for 2 nights in Salamanca as it a big beautiful city. I need to decide to either continue the Camino or take advantage of the direct rail line to Madrid, for an easy return flight.

Aldeanueva del Camino to Fuenterroble de Salvatierra - (electric wheelchair style)

Today’s journey started with a long uphill section through a valley to over 1000m. 

The “B” road was a maze of zigzags. Hoping to cut corners I took a paved section of the old Roman road. Unfortunately it was steep enough to require getting off and push. This lasted for a good 500m with intermittent large steps every 50m. Notice the Roman mile marker on the right. 

Shortly after, the route leaves Extremadura and enters Castilian Y León which I class as Northern Spain. 

Worried about the state of my batteries I take an extended breakfast break in a town called Béjar and plugged in my wheels. This is the first time I have ever broken a journey to charge my wheels and I managed to get 90 minutes for a plate of toast and 2 coffees. 

Onwards and suddenly I was over the hill and had descended into a lush green plateaux. Everything seemed different. It was colder, the grass was green, trees were deciduous and butterflies were flying everywhere. I was actually quite far from the Camino running parallel but delighted with my own path. 

The albergue Parroquail Santa María in the small village of 

Fuenterroble de Salvatierra was a delight.

It could have been a set for Lord of the Rings full of treasures and curiosities.

It’s a donativo albergue, so accepts donations and includes a communal dinner and breakfast. Basic but a memorial stop.

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Carcaboso to Aldeanueva del Camino - (electric wheelchair style)

Big route today. Up early to visit the Arco de Cáparra.

My day is long and a mixed bag of routes, so I start early an hour before sunrise. 

I have chosen this plan as there is a hazard warning with threats of thunder storms and rain. I need plans ‘B & C’, just in case. 

In the dark I take a tiny winding “C” road for 15km till the sun is up. I encounter 1 car. 

Jumping to the main Camino I do 6km through “Dehesa” woodland on manageable tracks. Dehesa is a habitat of mature holm oak trees. When Dehesa is grazed, there is an artificial line where the cattle are able to stretch to eat.

In places there are stepping stones but the weather has been sufficiently dry for me to pass, avoiding both stones and water. 

The Arco de Cáparra is iconic to the Vía de la Plata. The arch itself is huge and 4 sided. It is adjoined to the south by ruins including a forum, an amphitheater, baths, gates walls and cobblestoned areas. This is currently under archeological investigation and  some sort of interpretation centre is being built. Everything apart from the arch itself was fenced off.  

From the arch onwards I tied a number of alternative routes together to my final destination Aldeanueva del Camino. This village is so pretty. Ancient whitewashed houses line the tiny winding streets. Overhanging balconies give shade below with lots of vines and martins nest everywhere. 

The village has 2 sides, made by this tiny bridge. Everything seems closed. 

Cañaveral to Carcaboso - (electric wheelchair style)

Very early start today as I was sharing a dormitory with an Italian who left early. The previous day she had walked over 30km in the hot sun carrying 4lts of water, not finishing till 3pm in 36° heat. 

My first 5km were up hill in the dark on very quiet roads. 

The sun rose to a mixed agricultural landscape. Initially of mature holm oaks with a grazed understory creating an almost country estate type landscape. I’ve not seen holm oak look like that before. 

Later travelling through a mainly flat plane of rich agricultural crops. Mostly vegetables, maize but also some olives and a few cows and sheep. I wish I had photos of this as the lush irrigated fields were so green after days of barren savana. I came across several older gents just sitting, admiring the morning. I make up stories about them to pass the time. 

Dramatic skies with occasional lightning and rumbles of thunder threatening from the west. Forecast says it will rain tonight with slightly cooler weather to follow 34°

Breakfast in the lovely small town of Galisteo where I understand you can still walk atop the old city walls made from big pebbles taken from the river below. I gave that a miss. 

A cluster of martins nest in arches in the wall.

On to Carcaboso that is not actually on the old Roman Vía de la Plata route but they pinched some Roman route markers to display next to the small church anyway.

The albergue looks lovely and I’m in, just not registered yet. Very clean and accessible. I needed to have a Spanish WhatsApp conversation to get the door code to enter. 

Cáceres to Cañaveral - (electric wheelchair style)

Started the morning with a very quiet 10km stretch into a small unremarkable town called Cesar de Cáceras. I was almost through the town when I clocked a busy early morning cafeteria. It was buzzing and efficient, good food, good coffee.

The terrain shifted to mainly dry grassland with a few cattle however, look who I found hiding in the bushes 😊 

2/3 of today’s route was downhill to a huge reservoir, think its the 2nd largest in Spain. I was hoping for a swim but the water didn't look inviting. There is part of a Roman bridge that was actually moved to this location when the reservoir was flooded.

Today’s route was 43km on small “C & B” roads. I was told there were locked gates that needed climbing. The Camino wandered and came back to the route I took.

Here is an example of the terrain I could manage, but may choose to avoid:

This is where it becomes impossible for me.

Not shown in the second photo is a roadside barrier at about 75cm high as well as the steps shown.

The remaining 1/3 of the journey was uphill. The countryside around Cañaveral is big hills and I think I start tomorrow with a long uphill run.

The albergue here is great, old stone building with a shaded terrace underneath. Simple with enough facilities and I can access and charge my wheels. The fig tree in the garden has ripe fruit but it’s a race with the birds for them though. Happy to share.