Templarios de Templos – Calzadilla de la Hermanillos
Im in day 3 of my experiment not to speak with anyone for a while. It was a nice quite drive along these days, so i learned to deal with gestures, mimiks and handwriting – makes a lot of fun, when you see how people react and deal with you. Day three and i meet John – its not good for the verves, because he brakes my silence even with his presence. Well done mate! To sum up i have to say i missed the communication with other people, i may not be suitable for silcence a long way and will not waste my tie with it here, maybe at another moment after the Camino again.
Todays route is quite brilliant, it seems i walk through the african steppe. I see dry trees and listen to the sounds of dozens of frogs at a swamp very close coupled with the sound of small crickets hidden in the dried grass. The track is quite long, no water spring is close the next 17km. At this part of route im sure lots of pilgrims learned to respect the water, so did i. As it gets dark i arrive my destination, the small village Calzadilla at the end of nearly 20km dried desert sand. I hope to get in, it is quite late already and i could need a shower after this hot day.
As i enter John smiles at me, im happy to see him again after 1 day of desert. He advises me not to sleep in the beds, as he could detect dozenz of bed bugs in it. Im curious and we check together. “They all gonna be die tonite. I will take the table to sleep on”. I completely agree, its not to make fun with those bugs. John first ran into them in San Bol, where they have been gassed very efficiently by our great great idol Wainer S Doble. As the hospitalera comes in he shows her the problem and she is quite embarrased, for me it looksthat she was never faced to a problem like that. She is the desperation in person and stands like a frozen snow man inside the room, her face is pale and you can just read “I dont know how to deal with it” in her facial expressions. A shock later she calls some other guys from the city, together with them we inspect the beds and they are very grateful towards us that we localized that problem. The gratulate John as he would be the almighty for himself. We need to find a solution and so she offers us both to move n the chambers upstairs, we just should not say anything to the other pilgrims. They are still in town and dont know anything of the desaster. As we moved i recognize Gertrud coming in, we have to tell her and make her move upstairs also. She is so happy to see me again, that she even is not asking why, so we move. What worries me is not to say anything to the others, its not a good way to do so, but there is not enough place for them and even when we would take them up, they gonna infect us with their bugs, their sleeping bags were exposed to long time to the infected beds, a great risk for us. “They all gonna be eaten” is the comment i will always remember from John. No chance, they have to sacrifice. We just can wait and drink a cup of tea 
The next morning when we wake up nothing happens, all are already left, no complainings, the effect of the bugs maybe is postponed, they gonna be zombies of these parasites in a short while. We have to take care. John, Gertrud and me survived that night, thanks god!
