Done!! Bloodied, bruised and broken we stumbled our way into the city. Sadly it was so foggy that we couldn't see the famous church from the hill above like you're meant to, but that didn't bother us too much.
We arrived just in time to attend the church mass. It was entirely in Spanish but I still enjoyed it. It was a huge church that was struggling to figure out how to modernize. There were donation ATMs in the corner and multiple confession booths scattered around which had time tables attached to them. At the very end they had a huge metal container that was strung up to a pulley. They put some frankensence (is that how you spell it?) Inside and got 10 priests to fling it around as fast as they could by pulling on the rope.
Just as Pablo and I ordered a taxi to drive us to the airport, my blister which had been growing throughout the trip finally popped. It was a like a celebratory firework consisting of pus and blood.
Well, that's it! 118km done in 5 days!
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