I was now desperate to get out of Leon. My arrow hunt was the latest hurdle in my twenty-four hours in the city. I had been accused of trying to rip off a restaurant, when a waitress suggested I had removed the "1" on the "19.50€ menu deń dia" on the chalk board outside to get myself a cheaper meal. I'd also been told by the albergue staff that, yes, they do have a printer, but, no, I couldn't use it. The reason given? "Because you can't." (I had even offered to pay a euro for a single page.)
You have to walk approximately 7km to get out of Leon. Eventually you reach La Virgen del Camino, where the path splits in two. You can walk directly along the N120, the bane of the pilgrim's existence, or take the 'scenic route' through the unkempt countryside. I chose the country route, and had a pleasant walk through the wilderness, pleased to be putting as much distance as possible between me and Leon. The Camino was quieter than it had been recently, as the Spanish who had been traveling for Easter have now been forced to return home to go back to work, so it was nice to arrive at an almost empty albergue for a quiet night of getting up to date on this blog.