Porto – Viana do Castelo
I was having a lovely weekend at Laura’s place, and was planning on heading out on the Monday morning, but at around 2pm on the Sunday I decided to hit the road and see how far I could get done that night. I’d been looking at ferries back to the UK, and found one on the 24th from Santander that I could take. That gave me a week to do about 750km, doable but not much downtime.
I said my goodbyes to Laura and her brother before leaving just before 4pm on
Between Tomar and Coimbra I passed through a large number of quaint small villages bouncing on and off the camino. Even though I didn’t meet any pilgrims I did meet a lovely old guy called Carlos as I was walking past his house. He was outside gardening and greeted me with a Guten Tag, apparently he spent a few months in Germany. He apparently greeted every pilgrim that went past, something that seemed quite uncommon given most other people’s apparent ambivalence to my trip. He picked
While I’d been happy to wake up at 5am and be on the road by 6, the sun wasn’t coming up until past 7am and even then there was a slight chill in the air. I found myself in no rush to leave the Red Cross and no-one seemed to mind that I was there. I had no real need to get to anywhere at any specific time, and it was delightful after the previous looming need to get to Salvador in time for Carnival and my flight. While there was still the next goal – home by the 5th of March
Daniela and Tiago both set out for work around 8am, but were kind enough to let me stay for longer. I had been up on time to leave earlier, but my legwear, which I’d taken to get fixed when I arrived, had developed another hole in the short ride from the day before. The tailors where I’d taken to get it repaired wouldn’t open until 9:30, and so I wanted to wait for them.
When I showed up, Fátima, the lady in charge seemed surprised to see me. I showed the new holes and she showed
I stayed in Lisbon for the weekend, and both days slept in until late morning. I don’t think I was that tired, but I seem to sleep longer when it’s colder. On the Saturday we went out for a coffee (espresso) at a local viewpoint, and I managed to offend Daniela by putting both my sugar, and hers in my coffee. It’s not that she wanted the sugar, but to her the idea of sugar in coffee, and definitely TWO sugars in one coffee was just ridiculous.