Posted by paul on 29 Oct, 2013
Just when I thought it was all over.
We arrived in Santiago yesterday, with the usual long haul to be expected coming in through the outskirts of larger cities. Slightly disoriented we found ourselves the perfect small hotel bolt hole right in the middle of this ancient city. We even managed to sort our certificates out after hunting down the well hidden cathedral office. All that was left to do after good food and sleep was attend pilgrim's mass at midday today. Off we go to a very well attended mass in a really beautiful cathedral. Every church architectural style is represented here with the emphasis on 1075 Romanesque. Gold dripping from every orifice. The whole set as a cross with one slightly larger knave facing the alter. We were half way down the North aisle. A nun with an angel pure voice led some quiet chanting. Then the assembled male clergy made their way in. Dressed in striking red and white this time. We still cannot make out a word of ecclesiastical Spanish. On this occasion it was an advantage. As well as the hoards of religious tourists there were many recognised faces. I was able to wander and review in my mind. There was a genuine air of goodwill suffusing the cathedral. As I went up to receive the rites, I was quite surprised to feel a warm tear of emotion, I went back to my pew gave Ellen a hug. We had finished, job done all's well with the world. Or so I thought. The camino still tantalisingly had the power to surprise. Suddenly it was as if somebody had charged the air with static. There was an excited murmur. Four purple robed men strode purposefully from the four corners of the cathedral towards the great rope that tethered the giant censor (incense burner) otherwise known as the famous Botafumeira, that hung centrally above the priests head. It weighs 80kg and dangles from a 30m ships rope attached to some sort of 500 year old iron mechanism embedded into the top of the main tower with an accompanying Masonic eye. It is only rarely used and we had no inkling that today we would be lucky enough to see it in action. The four men in practiced unison, manoeuvred themselves into position and lowered the giant receptacle. Each officiating priest shoveled it full of burning charcoal and incense. They stood back. There was a moment of absolutely ladened heavy silence. Then the organ broke the impasse, moving straight into top gear, each pipe ripping out sound. The nun serenely sung a gentle heavenly moaning chant, totally out of kilter with the mood of the organ. The atmosphere was building, things appeared to be ever so slightly getting out of control. Something was most definitely happening. The giant doors at each corner of the cathedral were flung open with well practiced unison. The layer of increasing smoke transformed the flat light into shooting arrows of brilliance. The main circular Southern window cast the largest shard right onto the silver Botafumeira, surely not a coincidence. Then a fifth robed man stepped into the ring. Expecting some skilled delicate manoeuvre he confounded me. He grabbed hold of the smoking beast and violently ran with it until he was forced to let go. Now it was the turn of the rope handlers. The Botafumeira was yanked gracelessly 10 or 15 feet up. They seriously knew what they were doing. They managed by coordinated strength and skill to get the beast swinging right up to to the ceiling of the knave above my head. I can truly say I have never seen anything like this. This...
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