Finisterre to Santiago de Compostella

This morning, Martine and I would leave Finisterre and head back to Santiago.

It was really important to me that we enjoyed one last meal with our friends, so I woke up early and began cooking breakfast for the two of us, plus Davide, Manon and Ines.

I have really fond memories of us eating together outside in the sunshine, all smiles, all laughter, all peaceful.

We all walked into town together to say our goodbyes at the bus stop. Manon had her speakers with her and the girls played What's Up by 4 Non Blondes for me one last time. So sweet.

For days I'd been the one waving people off as they went on their way, and now it was my turn to be waved off.

I hugged the girls and Davide close and for a long time, these are the three I had walked the most miles with, and for some goodbyes there are no words.

Martine and I waved and blew kisses with tears running down our faces as the bus pulled away. And then we were gone.

It took three hours for the bus to reach Santiago, retracing our steps from the previous days, the Spanish countryside rolling past us. We had a quiet journey, each of us lost in our thoughts.

Arriving in Santiago, we checked back into the hostel we'd left only a few days ago and decided to make the most of our last afternoon together - going shopping, eating cake and almost making ourselves sick with giant hamburgers.

There's a photo of us on a bench eating cake from this day and we both look happy but completely exhausted.

Tomorrow I would be flying back to the UK and the day after, Martine would be heading onto Toulouse.

Our adventure was over.