Into every life a little rain must fall and today was our day to collect. We departed Portomarin, as daylight struggled to push through the overcast, under a continuous light soaking rain but no wind (thank you very much). This was a poncho day from beginning to end. We trudged up the washed out way out of Portomarin and then followed the road most of the day into Palas De Rei. Nothing much of interest to report except how much lunch seems to mean to us these past few days (lots of climbs and descents). We only found one bar open just beyond Eirexe (thank God). Had my usual omelette sandwich with two cafe con leches (Robin the same). Suitably refueled we found strength to top the last ridge before descdending into Palas De Rei. We are now safely ensconced in the Xunta albergue in the middle of town. It is nothing fancy, but fills the bill. Off to Ribadiso or Arzua tomorrow. Weather reports show improving conditions for the way ahead. We shall see. Off for a beer and a bite. All is well as this small crew continues to make progress westward.