My days in Rome passed by in a shroud of sickness. Outdoors I was almost constantly cold despite the sunshine and wearing all my layers.
On the Monday morning we returned to the Vatican to obtain our pilgrim certificates. Once we found the right gate and passed through security we walked into an office, handed over our pilgrim passports and waited for the clerk to return with our certificates. He spelled my name wrong, with an I instead of Y, something I often let pass by but not after walking 2,000 kilometres. After he returned with my new certificate, we asked to be taken to the crypt to see St Peter's tomb. We stood silently for a few moments before leaving the crypt and then handing in our security tag, reclaiming my passport and leaving the inner confines of the Vatican.Read More