Each day, we had to walk more than the official distance because food and lodging were rarely on the trail. We added more miles by getting lost. The path is fairly well marked, but signs would vanish and we'd find ourselves wandering in a field bordered by barbed wire. This usually happened late in the day in a driving rain. By midweek, I felt like I had a broken foot. We took a rest day, traveling to the next stop by bus. I foolishly resumed the hike the following morning, refusing to believe that what I thought was a gentle stroll in the country had so thoroughly whipped me.