Around 4 hours in my left knee buckled from carry such a weight for the past 150km; this made things incredibly difficult and painful. In Santoña I met great people,Pietro and Marta, who helped me get to Noja. Through the rain I traversed a large hill and took a tumble into the wet mud. I couldn't make the last 4km and hitched to the Albergue where I was told there were no more beds. It was here that I met Nicole who spoke with the manager and found me a bed; she later told me that even after being unable to walk from the pain and potentially having nowhere to sleep I was still smiling.