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Jose Hunts Witches in Galicia

Our friend Jose is an exotic mix of Spanish, Colombian and British. He just got back from his father's native Galicia where he had gone for New Year's. He was meant to do a bar crawl with a pig on a string or something, but it fell through. So instead he tried to hunt down a local witch. This is what happened…

"I recently traveled to Galicia, in northwest Spain, in search of examples of Brujeria and Santeria - witchcraft, basically. I asked around in neighbouring farms to the one where my dad comes from and where I used to spend my summers as a little kid. I'd always heard stories about meigas, Galician witches, and how they lived in the forests and cast there spells on little kids; although being from London, I didn't really expect these to be true. Nevertheless I set out to find some huts in a nearby field, where a supposed middle-aged and very cagey male-witch of sorts operates. I was told that he was very fond of nailing animal hearts to the ground and walls and lighting everything with hundreds of small candles.

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I set out at 7am on my walk to the field.

I eventually found the path off the main road, where not a single car had passed by, which lead to this man's field and as I turned a corner I found this:

There they where, the four small huts (oh, and that's not a wonky lens on my camera, the fog was thick). All of a sudden everything I looked at seemed a bit evil, from the roofs of the buildings to the trees and the bushes. I suddenly noticed I was alone, it was 7:20am, and the mad farmer-turned-witch might butcher me for breakfast. I already envisioned a toothless bastard wielding a shot gun and a necklace made of ears.

These are some of the other snaps of his witch grotto:

Note the white flag and palm tree leaf, he had also filled in the gaps around the top of the roofs so as to stop people snooping.

I didn't see a witch, but I saw his lair. Pretty strange morning.

JOSE