To the outsider, FU10 looks like a simple bureaucratic code—a provincial road designation. But to the nocturnal drivers, drifting enthusiasts, and melancholic souls of Galicia, FU10 is a living myth. It is a 34-kilometer stretch of highland ribbon connecting the municipalities of Guitiriz to the outskirts of Vilalba. And at night, under a sky so clear you can see the Perseids even in November, the road transforms into a cathedral of curves, fog, and terrifying beauty. Before understanding the "crawl," one must understand the landscape. The FU10 runs through the heart of the Terra Chá (The Flat Land), which is ironically anything but flat. This is a region of ancient glacial valleys, peat bogs, and mámoas (prehistoric burial mounds).
When the sun dips below the granite skyline of Lugo’s Roman walls, and the Atlantic mist begins its slow crawl over the oak forests of the Serra do Xistral , a different kind of pilgrimage begins. It is not the holy road to Santiago de Compostela, but a shadowy, asphalt-bound ritual known only to the initiated as . fu10 the galician night crawling
This is where "crawling" becomes meditative. You slow to 30 km/h. The high beams bounce back in the fog, so you switch to low beams. You rely on the reflectors on the guardrails. Seasoned crawlers turn off the radio. The silence is heavy. You can hear the murmurio —the wind hissing through the eucalyptus, sounding like a crowd whispering in a language that predates Latin. At roughly 600 meters above sea level, the landscape breaks open. The trees vanish. Suddenly, you are on a windswept plateau with a 360-degree view of the Milky Way. If the fog allows, this is the moment of revelation. The "crawl" speeds up slightly here—perhaps 70 km/h—because you can see the curves unfurl like a black snake in the starlight. To the outsider, FU10 looks like a simple
By Sergio M. | Galicia Unseen