By the time you reach Arou, the day has quietly drained from your legs. The sea has been your neighbour for hours, and now it’s right in front of you. Looking back, this was a friendly stage: around five hours of walking and no real climbs. The highest point stays low. The hills are short and your rhythm stays calm.
From Laxe you follow the coast, with a new stretch of beach or a new cove around every corner. The path alternates between sand, earth and stretches of road. So you can easily spend an hour just sitting and looking without the day getting squeezed. The wind is the only opponent, and mostly it just blows you clean. The last image of the day is the Atlantic Ocean in the late light, grey and silver on the horizon as it melts into the sky.