Camino Portugués – 18th to 24th June 2016

Camino Portugués – 18th to 24th June 2016


Saturday 18th June


Lisbon to Santarem


Distance 108.16 km

Max Speed 47.1 kmph

Average Speed 15.4 kmph

Total Distance 4079.33 km


Our intention from Lisbon is to follow the Camino Portugués to Santiago, approximately 614 km. We’re going to use ‘A Practical & Mystical Manual for the Modern Day Pilgrim’ by John Brierley. It’s the guidebook we were given by John Gallegos in Faro. Since this is a pilgrimage designed for walkers we will mention the suggested walking schedule.

Today we head out of Lisbon, which is surprisingly easy. We head into town to the Commercial Square and then turn left at the river. We have a great view of the Tejo and the 25th April suspension bridge.

P1100865 P1100866 P1100869 P1100870 After the docks area there’s another beautiful area, the Parque das Nações and the expo site. We can see the cable car and the boardwalks over the estuary to the Torre Vasco de Gama.

P1100871 P1100873 P1100875 P1100876 P1100877 P1100878 P1100879 P1100880 P1100881 P1100883We follow the Tejo and enjoy views of the magnificent 17km long Ponte Vasco da Gama.

P1100884 P1100885 P1100886 P1100887 P1100888 P1100889We soon turn away from the Tejo, along a tributary Foz del Río Trancão. We have to choose the N10 over the pilgrim route which looks like a very narrow, overgrown footpath. At Alhandra we detour off the main road to the Marina. We’re looking for the sailing club, and a pilgrim stamp. We find the club but they can’t stamp our card: it’s the weekend and the Secretary’s office is closed.

P1100890 P1100891 P1100892They point us to another building. We’re not hopefully but yippeee, we’re successful. From here we follow a dedicated cycle path along the river, it’s very beautiful.

P1100893 P1100894 P1100895 P1100896 P1100897 P1100898 P1100900 P1100901 P1100902Later we pass by, Vilafranca de Xira, on the edge of Portugal’s main wetland reserve, home to large numbers of migrating wildfowl. It’s also an area known for the breeding of fighting bulls. Near Carregado we make 2 mistakes. Firstly I choose the pilgrim path that initially looks good but degenerates into a really rough track. Fortunately it’s only for a short distance. From here I know we need to cross the railway line on our left. We see a road bridge but this time Daz chooses to follow the pilgrim arrows.

P1100903 P1100904 P1100906 P1100907 P1100908 P1100909 It brings us into a train station and we need to cross over 2 platforms. There’s a lift but the bike doesn’t fit in it. So I do lift and bags, Daz does stairs and bike; ain’t equality great. It’s about 2.30 pm and we’re nearly at the end of day 2 of the pilgrimage. We’ve decided to stop at a fish restaurant recommended in the guidebook and it’s been the only thing in our minds for miles. We see it, it’s open, we go in, the waiter comes over and suggests that this restaurant is too expensive for us and suggests we move on to somewhere more budget up the road. I’m offended but it’s true, the menu items are expensive. So grudgingly we move on; this is tough when we were planning this break. Fortunately it’s not long and we’re on the outskirts of Azambuja, the walkers’ target for day 2 and we spot a restaurant that has a fabulous 3 course lunch for 7€. Ideal!

From here we head to Santarem. There are some beautiful villages that are on the Tejo and we’re traversing the flood plains – lezíria – the bountiful market garden of Portugal, growing fruit, vegetables and vines. We’re tiring now and make frequent stops.

P1100910 P1100911 P1100913 P1100914 P1100915 P1100916 P1100917 P1100918 P1100920We have to detour away from the footpath and stay on the road. Finally we climb into Santarem, 101km complete. We visit several churches but everywhere is shut – no Santarem stamp for us. Instead we walk out to the the Miradouro at Porta do Sol. Incredible.

P1100921 P1100922 P1100923 P1100924 P1100925 P1100926 P1100927 P1100928 P1100929 P1100930 P1100931 P1100932 P1100933 P1100934Views out over the Tejo. We’re going to head out of town now but I insist on one last attempt to get a stamp, a visit to Santarem hostel. We arrive at the same time as another cyclist, a Welsh girl who’s an English teacher in Cordoba. She actually needs a bed for the night whilst we just want a stamp. We ring the bell over and over but no-one answers. There’s a phone number on the door bell and the Welsh girl makes a call. We leave her to it. We head out of Santarem, down a steep hill that actually had a ‘road closed’ sign. There is a concrete barrier across the road about half way down but we walk round it. At the bottom we’re back into agricultural land, vines and vegetables line the small country lane. It’s nearly 9pm and we need to find somewhere to pitch our tent.

P1100935 P1100936 P1100937 P1100938Daz wants to go behind a derelict building, of which there are many but these ruins give me the creeps. Everyone knows this is where tramps, weirdos and ghosts reside, there’s no way i’m camping near one. Finally we agree on a site; in a vinefield between 2 rows and actually it’s the tidiest wild camp site we’ve chosen to date.


Sunday 19th June


Santarem to Tojal


Distance 81.47 km

Max Speed 54.7 kmph

Average Speed 14.4 kmph

Total Distance 4160.8 km


The downside of camping is the tendency to wake up early and this morning we’re awake at 0630am. Initially we attempt denial but there’s no way we’re going to get any more sleep.

P1100939 P1100940 P1100941By 0730hrs we’re on the road and it’s delightful, quiet country lanes, a cool breeze, fields of crops everywhere we look with sprinklers spraying a fine mist in the early morning sunshine.

P1100957 P1100958 P1100959A short ride and we’re in our first village, and a cafe. Breakfast time.

P1100942 P1100943 P1100944We enjoy a very leisurely breakfast; I insist it’s because we need a stamp from the church next door but again no luck. We’re just about to leave and an Irish couple come in. They’re on Day 4 of the walk and left Santarem at 0630hrs this morning. They tell us we’ve just missed some unicyclists on the pilgrim. We hope we can catch them up but never do. They also suggest that the Cafe owner might stamp our passport and she does. Golegã is the target for Day 4. It’s a lively town and we visit the main square and church hoping to get a stamp, we do but in the cafe next door. We also visit the Largo do Marquês de Pombal, the equestrian arena, after all this is the ‘horse capital of Portugal’ famous for its horsefair.

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Next stop Tomar, day 5, of the walk. In the guide book each day describes the day’s terrain, gives a ‘ thought for the day’ (although the book calls it – Mystical Path) and Personal reflections. Then there’s a more detailed breakdown of the day’s journey, it’s rather good actually and makes travelling more interesting, we feel we’re more in touch with the area. Just outside Golegã there’s Quinta Cardiga, originally a castle then a royal palace, then home to religious orders, hospital for pilgrims and now just a fading shadow of bygone opulence, with a beautiful treelined avenue.

P1100962 P1100963 P1100964 P1100965 P1100966 P1100969 P1100970 P1100972 P1100973 P1100974 P1100977It’s strategic position on the river Tegu means it’s an opportunity to check out the water temperature – so that’s what we do. A quick dip to cool down and feel a bit cleaner. The water is beautiful but chilly. Whilst we’re sitting on the bank I see a kingfisher but it’s so fast, like a heat seeking missile, that there’s no time to share. Then we watch a bird of prey circling above our heads, looking for lunch. And finally, just before we leave, I see a bird nesting on the bridge wall. I think it’s a grey wagtail, long wagging tail and just a hint of yellow.

After the swim, the next few hours are mostly uneventful. We can’t follow the pilgrims because they’ve gone off road so we remain on the N110, getting hot and very sweaty. Finally we make Tomar, the target for Day 5. It’s the quintessential medieval pilgrim tower and apparently the most perfect example of Templar layout and architecture to survive to this day ( so says the guidebook but we wouldn’t recognise a perfect Templar layout if it hit us in the face!).

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After a nice break we head out of town. We’re going to head towards Alvaiázere, day 6 of the pilgrimage. We’re just packing up after a last minute carbo load of crepes covered in ice cream, chocolate and strawberries when we pump into the Welsh girl from yesterday. She’s staying in Tomar tonight but at least now we exchange details – Hi Francesca!

So we cycle out of Tomar and it’s just a tough slog. Alvaiázere is at 310m so we just climb and climb. Finally, about 7km short of Alvaiázere we can rejoin the pilgrim route and soon find another perfect site for our tent. We each have our own areas of responsibility and have everything set up in no time. Another excellent day on the Camino Portugués.

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Monday 20th June


Tojal to Coimbra


Distance 69.84 km

Max Speed 52.7 kmph

Average Speed 13.5 kmph

Total Distance 4230.64 km


First task today is to get to Alvaiázere, which is the finish of day 6 and have breakfast. We’re packed and on the road by 0745am and it’s so beautiful up in these hills. In Alvaiázere we find food and a stamp.

P1110014 P1110015So far so good. Then we set out on Day 7 and we climb and climb and climb. 470m. It takes us 45mins to do 5km – pushing or cycling in granny gear.

P1110030 P1110031Once we’ve made the peak it’s mostly downhill to Ansião but the road is narrow and windy so we need to keep our speed down. At Ansião it’s time for another break and a stamp before we head to Rabaçal, target of Day 7 and our lunch stop. It’s been a tough morning and the hills are taking their toll on our stamina and our speed.

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After a long lunch we finally summon the energy and courage to attempt Day 8. Rabaçal to Coimbra but we decide to take the direct route. It’s a bit of a cop out and almost ends in tears when the last 10km is on a really busy dual carriageway, IC2, with barely any hard shoulder and articulated lorries thundering past.

P1110027 P1110028 P1110029I’m so tired, demoralised by the hills and so edgy because of the traffic that I’d like to throw the towel in but finally we cycle down the steepest hill into Coimbra. It looks beautiful and we cross over the river into the town. This was the capital of Portugal from 1145 until 1255 but is better known for its famous university founded in 1290 which crowns the hill. We’ve decided to try our luck with the Bombeiros Voluntários, the fire station, who often supply a free bed space and it’s where Francesca stayed last night. But the firemen say ‘no’ and send us to the Red Cross. They also say no but suggest the Convent but we’re so tired that when we find a cheap hostel for only 20€ we’re in like Flynn. Fabulous – our first shower in 3 days. Clothes into the launderette and a walk into town to get a stamp and enjoy the sights.

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Tuesday 21st June


Coimbra to Lamas do Vouga


Distance 62. 24 km

Max Speed 51. 0 kmph

Average Speed 13. 1 kmph

Total Distance 4292. 88 km


We’ve both had a really good night’s sleep and feel refreshed and after breakfast we head out of Coimbra. Initially we follow a steam and it’s pleasant but then the hills start and the temperature rises.

P1110051 P1110052In Mealhada we stop at Lidl’s for a enjoyable snack break then it’s into the town to try and find a stamp.

P1110053 P1110054 P1110055We can’t find anyone who’ll stamp it and we’re just doing a circuit of the town square when we spot the Municipal building but it’s closed for lunch. But a guy just leaving takes pity on us and walks around the outside of the building knocking on windows until he gets us a stamp.

P1110056 P1110057 P1110058 From here it’s a tough ride to Agueda. A couple of times we come across drinking water fountains and we down tools before having a good head dunk to cool off. Daz even drenches his clothes in the hope they will cool him down. Temperatures today reach 38 degrees and the old saying ‘mad dogs and Englishmen’ is definitely correct!

P1110059 P1110060 P1110065 P1110067 P1110068As we approach Agueda through a park we see people swimming in the River, cooling down in the mid afternoon heat, but we need to eat first. It’s nearly 4 but a bar restaurant takes pity on us and offers some leftover chicken, potatoes and rice with a side salad.

P1110062 P1110063We are tired from the day’s efforts so take a walk to the park in the centre of town. An hour later we get up from the park benches we were snoozing on and grab a quick ice cream before leaving. Our plan is to cycle about another 10km and find a spot by a river we need to cross for camping. OMG the hill out of Agueda is steep, we can’t ride it and it’s hard enough pushing it! But we persevere and are soon at the top. We drop down the valley side and just before a big viaduct that takes the traffic to the other side we take an old road down to the river and the old bridge to look for our camping site. Arghhh, the bridge is out!! A whole section in the middle is missing!

P1110070 P1110071 P1110072 P1110073 P1110074 P1110096 That means we will have to climb back up to the viaduct!! But we decide to leave that until tomorrow and wheel our bike down a narrow track to the river. We find a great spot and once the tent is up we are both into the river to cool off and wash, what fab fun!!

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Wednesday 22nd June


Lamas do Vouga to Serra De Canelas


Distance 64.35 km

Max Speed 57.6 kmph

Average Speed 11.4 kmph

Total Distance 4357.53 km


We wake up later than usual and realise it’s because it’s foggy and damp outside which has kept the temperature in the tent tolerable.

P1110093 P1110094Our first stop is on the outskirts of Albergaria A-Velha for breakfast. We don’t bother going into town but stop at a petrol station that also has a little cafe inside. Although there is a slight mixup with my brekkie (no ham or cheese on my toasted roll!) it’s cheap and cheerful.

A chap asks us about our bike and tells us he’s just completed the Camino de Santiago de Compostela. He was on a mountain bike and kept to the Pilgrim’s route and said that it was very hard but very beautiful – something to look forward to. Our next stop is Oliveira de Azemeis for lunch and a stamp. We were supposed to detour around this town as it’s on a hill, but due to technical difficulties (Darren’s route choice) by the time we realise, it’s too late to double back. So we end up climbing into town, and get the lunch and stamp! Today we have had an argument, we don’t have many, but this was particularly big. I had discussed the day’s route with my Captain (Darren), we’d agreed and in the village Albergaria a Nova I tell him we need a left. However the Camino arrows point right. I insist it’s a left. We stop and bizarrely a car stops next to us. It’s a chap from the Albergaria a Nova. He wants to take pictures and put us on his Fb site ( we think) and whilst he’s taking photos another guy walks over, Filipe Abrantes from Auto Alba. He also wants pictures and to give us his business card. Daz then asks them the way and of course they point right. I say no we need a left but Daz doesn’t listen and continues asking these guys the way. I’m completely hacked off that Daz is ignoring my input so for the rest of the day (because he needs to know where he is at all times!), I let him take complete control. He does all the map reading and route choices. Most of the day is spent in silence or monosyllabic responses. It doesn’t help that today the way of the Camino is particularly tough as it snakes back and forth over the main road into towns either side. All these diversions are also hilly, but the other option is the busy road, and really, we are sort of sticking as close to the ‘way’ as possible.

P1110097 P1110100As close as you can be lugging a great big fully loaded tandem around! At times today we find ourselves pushing it along the side of disused train tracks and cobbles as big as Daz’s head (told you we had had an argument!). We also cycle down a ‘closed road’, this is not the first time we’ve done this but this time failure. There’s brand new tarmac, still nice and new, and soft enough for us to make our mark, literally, a nice clean rut from our bike and nice divots from the bike stand when we stop. We round a corner and see the road crew and then they see us! Of course our Portuguese is non existent but I’m pretty sure they weren’t pleased to see us!!! We retreat rapidly. After a peace negotiation we’re allowed to tread upon their new tarmac (more ruts, now include those from our cleats) and take a side road. Another lengthy diversion. Finally about 3 in the afternoon we reach São Joao da Madeira and walk into the centre.

P1110107There are TV screens all over the circular central zone and kids blow up bouncy castles and footie pitches as everyone will be cheering on Portugal later in their Euro 2016 last group game… come on Hungary!! We rest here for an hour or so, on separate benches of course, before heading to Lidl’s for our evening camping supplies.

P1110109 P1110110 P1110113Still following the little yellow arrows of the ‘way’ we soon get hacked off with more climbs and excursions around the main road… enough is enough and we finally admit defeat (although I would have declared the way of the Camino ‘shit’ and unmanageable hours ago but Daz is in charge and refuses to acknowledge that this route does not suit our loaded tandem!) and spend the next 16 km going down hill for the majority. We finally pull off the main road and head up into the Serra De Canelas, a large wood on a hill just outside Porto. There is an old medieval pilgrim route that runs straight through this wood, remember those giant cobblestones I mentioned? These are them, huge mofo’s and all up hill pushing. But we finally reach somewhere near the top and find a camping spot just off the trail. One final chore before we can put the tent up… Daz forgot to dry the tent out in the middle of the day so we end up hanging it across the track and wafting it!!

P1110114 P1110115 P1110116 P1110117 P1110118 P1110119 P1110122 P1110125Anyhow, tent is up now and tomorrow is another day, we will be heading down into Porto, and I might treat myself to a glass of Port, or a bottle!! Nite nite.


Thursday 23rd June


Serra De Canelas to Porto


Distance 10. 76 km

Max Speed 42. 6 kmph

Average Speed 9 kmph

Total Distance 4 367. 99 km

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Camping in the woods has kept the tent cooler so again this morning we sleep a bit later. After packing up we have to push the bike along the cobbled path uphill and out of the woods, a tough start to the day.

P1110132 P1110133 P1110134 From here we join the N1 and it’s pretty much downhill into Porto. Our first stop the Camara de Gaia for a stamp and then into the Jardin do Morro still on the Gaia side overlooking the River Douro – the river of gold, the port and Porto on the north side of the river.

P1110135 P1110136 P1110137 P1110138 P1110139 P1110140 P1110141 P1110142 P1110143 P1110144 P1110145 P1110147We walk over the 2 tier iconic metal bridge and up to the cathedral, stopping for brekkie en route.

P1110148 P1110150 P1110151 P1110152 P1110153 P1110154 P1110155 P1110156 P1110157We abandon ‘the pig’ outside the cathedral and even leave our cycling shoes on the seats. We admire the cathedral and then the train station with its tile mosaics. We then walk up to the Almeida Garrett memorial and the Fonte dos Aliados.

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Then we head to the river and we finally twig that something’s afoot. Music is blaring out, there are barbecues everywhere and most people have a plastic hammer and keep banging them onto other people’s heads. It’s the festival of São Joao. We can see the barges on the river loaded with fireworks. We need a new plan as we had intended to go to Braga this evening, to a DZ for Daz to do some skydiving. He needs to jump at least every 3 months to avoid costly retraining.

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So we head over to the banks of the River Duora on the Gaia side to examine their port wine caves but first a WiFi stop. Surprisingly we find a cheapish hostel with rooms still available so we’re staying the night. Then we check out the Sandeman port cave. We were going to do a tour but we’ve just seen the last group go in and it’s huge and the next tour isn’t for another 45minutes. So instead we go out onto their terrace and try a port cocktail – very nice. Then we realise we can buy a bottle of Tawny for the price of 2 cocktails, so that’s what we do and enjoy the party atmosphere, some people watching and the river traffic.

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Port finished we head back to the cathedral and of course the pig is still there although in a slightly different location – it must’ve been in the way of the party preparations and the police have moved it, shoes and all. We head to the hostel – lovely to have a really hot shower after wild camping. We’re soon ready to hit the town and Francesca is in town so we plan to meet up!

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What is Porto?
Mix monuments by leading world architects from the past and the present, and some fantastic baroque carvings.
Add a world-famous sweet wine and a certain British flavor.
Place it all by a grand river, and you have “O Porto,” the port, Porto — Portugal’s second largest metropolis, and one of Europe’s most charismatic cities.

Oporto is one of the last undiscovered European metropolises,
But this is not a new city. It is an ancient port steeped in history and tradition. It is a highly atmospheric place that has become known for its monuments by renowned architects (Gustave Eiffel’s Dona Maria Bridge, Nicolau Nasoni’s Clerigos Tower, Rem Koolhaas’ Casa da Musica, or Siza Vieira’s Serralves Museum), but just when you think you don’t know much about this city, think again.
This is the city that originated and named Port Wine, and gave birth to one of world history’s legendary figures, Prince Henry the Navigator (you’ll also see in new guidebooks that it is also the birthplace of that world-famous fictional character, Harry Potter — author J. K. Rowling was living in Oporto as an English teacher when she started writing her first book).

Portugal’s Own Love Fest – The Festa de São João

While not as ribald as Rio Carnival, the Festival of John the Baptist is Portugal’s very own love-themed holiday that has evolved into an excuse for lavish feasts and dancing in the streets. It’s one of the most underrated street parties in Europe and, while it’s not well known outside of Portugal, that shouldn’t stop you from enjoying the revelry.

Hammer Time

For six centuries, the night of June 23rd (and well into the next morning) has been dedicated to this celebration of love, a nod to St. John and a re-creation of an ancient pagan courting ritual. The elements of sun and fire worship were likely appropriated from various pagan rites, paying tribute to the summer solstice. The origin of the tradition of beating the one you love with plastic hammers, leeks, and cloves of garlic, however, is apparently unknown. The Festa de São João is recognized in Brazil, Quebec and Newfoundland, but it’s Porto that takes it to the next level.

Nearly every Portuguese town and village adopts one of the popular saints — António (Anthony), João (John) or Pedro (Peter) — whose feast days all fall in June. There remains a strong religious element to the festivals, but in an increasingly secular country, the church services and religious processions are often overshadowed by the party vibe.

Prepping Picturesque Porto

Preparations begin several days in advance, with each neighborhood displaying ornate models designed to represent religious figures, whole townscapes, and other local iconography. Porto’s old city center, now a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is a picturesque grouping of tiered houses and churches clinging to the Douro River Valley. It’s said that there’s no Porto without (the river) Douro, and when you see it you’ll know why; it’s the perfect backdrop for a party. This gorgeous city is said to be the capital of fun in Portugal: while Lisbon works, Porto plays.

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The scenery reaches a feverish peak on June 23rd, when every home in sight is draped with bunting. Although all ages are welcome, the predominant activity is the flirtatious attacking of crushes and other targets of affection with either limp leeks or plastic hammers. Since this “attack” is done out of love (or at least lust), the strike is usually gentle – but some still put some force into it.
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This charming yet Neanderthal-esque courting ritual is woven into an evening of revelry that includes barbecues, all-night dances, the guzzling of copious amounts of wine and the release of numerous flame-propelled illuminated lanterns into the night sky. The tide of celebration flows downhill from São Bento station to the riverfront Cais da Ribeira, where Porto’s best bars and restaurants are to be found. Throughout this neighborhood and all others nearby, you’ll find myriads of makeshift food and beer stalls, live stages and other impromptu modes of celebration.

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The predominant activity is the flirtatious attacking of crushes and other objects of affection with either limp leeks or plastic hammers.
On the opposite side of the Douro, fireworks explode across the night sky amidst illuminated balloons and the neon lights of wine lodges. Fireworks reach a peak at midnight, but the night rages on for the youth as party people head west during the early hours to the beach of Praia dos Ingleses at the Douro Estuary.
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At the beach, several bonfires are lit in the name of São João, while a few brave souls dare each other to jump over the largest flames. The whole area transforms into one large beach party with dancing until the sun comes up. Revelers traditionally bathe in the ocean the next morning, nursing hangovers with a chill day roasting in the sunshine and daydreaming of lights and love. There is mass for the saint the next morning, and most spend a relaxing day watching the famous wooden boat competition, the barcos rebelos, on the Douro River.


Unfortunately we didn’t make the beach party but we had a lovely evening and managed to climb onto a rocky perch to see the fireworks, before we enjoyed some dancing and stolen sardines. A fabulous impromptu party – thank you Francesca for your great company. Unfortunately Francesca lost her phone – we all go back to search for it but no luck and sadly when we get back to our hotel the ‘pig’ isn’t in the lobby where we abandoned it so many hours ago, but it’s two in the morning and we are in no state to worry about it now.


Friday 24th June


Porto to Braga


Distance 5. 25 km

Max Speed 25. 9 kmph

Average Speed 6. 4 kmph

Total Distance 4373. 24 km


The ‘pig’ – it was locked away in reception by our incredibly kind and thoughtful hotelier who saw it had no lock so carried it upstairs, and a staircase with 6 right-angled turns.

P1110304 P1110305We have found the Portuguese very thoughtful when it comes to our ‘pig’ and we are sure you wouldn’t get this sort of care in the UK. Daz is very much worse for wear this morning and did have to be guided home last night! But finally we’re on our way and cycle (probably not our best plan) down to the train station and head to Braga.

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P1110319 P1110320 P1110321 There’s festivities here too but we’ll probably be opting out!!! Later in the evening we summon the energy to walk into Braga and experience the party atmosphere. It’s really busy with stalls everywhere, a funfair, music and so many people.

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A collage of Portuguese houses which they like to tile. Very unusual!

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