Cynta called for me at eight thirty and we left my lovely bed, big bath(yellow water) and plush everything for the road.
we got directions , Cynta can speak spanish and my goodness it helps. we made good time and route was easy to follow as loads of people in hi vis vests were going the other way, to fatima..Gosh that is big business, everything is transported on, they have support vehicles, even an ambulance.
They are not that impressed with our saying we are going to Santiago and try and entice us to join them, fatima is Portuguese not a shifty spaniard…
walking along we spied a man just off the road trying to get a van to start, he waved us down to help him push, me, a dwarf and Cynta disabled in the arms…yeah…
we yelled at a couple of fatima men to come and give us a hand just as a mean lookin old bird appeared and told them in spanish not to…much debate, they didn’t…we decided they had little backbone, old spanish dame gave us a withering look and stalked off.
we pushed again, and lo and behold the van hiccuped and gasped and started. young driver showed his appreciation in a most unusual way by giving us three pairs of socks each, mens!
i gave mine to cynta as she is a bit low in the sock department.
we simply could not believe what had just transpired, truly strange…
we walked on, thru some woodland and thru a village then onto the damn road again, knowing we were correct as fatimaites were coming towards us..
About one pm, sixteen ks on we decided we did not want to walk in town so waited with some locals for a bus. Hopped on and when we got to coimbra, about five minutes away and three dollars, we were far too smart to get off at the stop we thought we would go all the way to the depot, thus finding out how to get out of town by bus. walking in semi industrial areas and suburbs is woeful. However, bus just turned around and started back the way it had come, we leapt up but too late, back across the river standing wobbling in the aisle with our packs smacking at people…we finally got off and walked back to town over the bridge, river is mendego..
My hotel was right there, looked good but a very tired old beast, again T would hate it.
we had hamburgers for lunch and cynta set off after that, she has to keep going as wants to be in santiago in two and a bit weeks.. i am here tomorrow..
sad to see her go as she was such a character and such good company.
hot again after a cool start, at least 28 c, tomorrow is the same.