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  • Day10


    May 23, 2018 in Portugal ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C

    So today the plan was to go to Braga. But I was also hoping to get some rest for the weary body. Had relaxed morning and then breakfast at around 8.30, wrote my journal for the previous day caught up on NZ etc. I had got the bus time table, but had glanced at it saw that buses left each hour So went off to catch a bus at 10.00am. Well surprise surprise the buses left each hour till 9.00 in the morning. After that the next bus was at 12.45. Ha ha should have read the entire time table properly. But no stress back to the hotel, and caught up on my writing.

    Then off to catch the bus. One and 3 quarter hours later in Braga. This is one of the oldest cities in the Iberian peninsula. The Romans fortified it long long years ago. Both in Spain and Portugal when you see something old or someone old, you apparently say “it's as old as the Braga Cathedral”. The city of Braga was set up in 3rd century AD. The cathedral was built around the year 1089. Mmm cathedral old, me young.

    In the city they were enacting a Roman camp and days of old. With Roman music etc. The choir loft and the piped organ flutes were gob stopping. How on earth did people do these in the last hundreds of years. As usual when travelling in Europe you need to get some tape to stop your jaw dropping down and draging on the ground.

    I had also wanted to go and visit Bom Jesus. Meaning Good Jesus. It is on top of a hill, and you can get there from Braga and either go in a water powered tram or climb 116 stairs. Other than the beautiful location on top of the hill, the sancurary and the gardens, it is the Baroque Stairway that is so unusual. I think I gave Speedy Gonzales and Road Runner a run for their money. The last bus back to my hotel was going to be at 6.15 from Braga. So I wiped around Braga and Bom Jesus in 3 hours. Would have been nice to have more time. But it was not to be.

    All through this walk so far what I have noticed is the vegitable gardens people have in their homes. Some have flowers and veggies. But it is more that they seem to grow their vegetables rather than flowers if it came to a choice. And every little bit of garden space seems to be used by the industrious folk who are into that kind of life style. Very nicely done too.

    Back at the hotel by 8.00, the restaurant was closed, but the receptionist sent me to a local. Well you had to wait in a que to get in. And the food was par excellent. The prawns were fresh, you forget what true prawns should taste like in NZ. These were more like those you find in SL.
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  • Day14

    The boats are in

    October 29, 2018 in Portugal ⋅ ⛅ 13 °C

    I was happily waylaid today, eating a late breakfast in the sun, watching the fishing boats come in, wandering down to watch them being dragged up the sand by tractors, and then the fish - so fresh - being sold. The tractor driver told me that after pulling the boats up in the morning, he was driving inland a couple of km to help with the vegetable harvest of cauliflowers.

    Later, as I was walking I met up with someone who walked with me earlier in this Camino, and he persuaded me to stop early and try this albergue. Fingers crossed against the bedbugs!

    My one achievement is that I did conquer my fears and walk over a bridge I was dreading.
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  • Day11

    Apulia Praia to Esposende

    May 24, 2018 in Portugal ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C

    Up nice and early even though I was only walking 12 kms. The food and beverages manager at the hotel was very nice. Normally they do not serve breakfast till 8.00 but I had asked for an early breakfast and was served at 7.00am. As a special treat he had a custard tart for me. A few days ago Shan had asked me if I had eaten any of these yet. I had not. She said mum it is a speciality you have to eat these. So here you go I got given one without even looking for it. it was very nice too. It's called Pastel Belem. It is a trade name that can only be used in Lisbon. So out side of lisbon it is called Pastel but the second name is different.

    On the beach side were these buildings like silos, but they were actually houses, and also the Pohutukawa tree are presently starting to flower. Along the route you see yellow arrows and at times the scallope shell image. This image signifiers the different roads that meet in one final destination which is Santiago de Compostella. Some others also say that when the body of St James was brought back to Spain the ship got caught in a storm. When his coffin got washed ashore it was covered in shells. Hence the reason most pilgrims have a shell on their pack. Others also say that in the medeval times it was versatile as it could be used as a spoon, and a scoop for water etc.

    Today too I ignore uncle Google and kept to the ocean on my left. It started to spit a bit of rain, but not enough for me to put my poncho on. After about 5kms I hit the same road the bus had taken yesterday. Saw a church and went in and boy it was so nice. So beautiful to look at, but so peacefully and serene. There was only one other person in the church.

    After praying for a while I thought I would go to the cafe and have a cup of tea, and of course the famous toilet stop. After that I went back to the church which was just across. 10 steps at the most. And I stepped in and took off my pack sat and talked to God. I was on my own, in my father's house. It was so very nice.

    After a very long time I had to tell my self well you better make a move. So onwards and forwards I went. I saw a lady with a pack in the distance by the bridge which I had to cross. I thought my first sighting of a fellow pilgrim for that day. When I got to the bridge she was seated and was looking up Google making sure she was on the correct route. Stopped to talk with her. Her name was Catrin and she was from Germany. She spoke good English. So we started walking together. She was going to the same destination as in area as me, but she had not booked her accomodation yet, was hoping to find a place once she got to Marinhas.

    As we walked she explained how she had done the French camino last year. Walked 799 kms. But this year she had a problem with her legs and she was taking it slowly. So I asked her if she wanted to come and stay with Shyama and I. We had a 2 bed roomed apartment for the night. She was very happy with that. So we kept walking and stopped for lunch and to give her leg a rest. Then it started raining and there was quite a bit of thunder too. No lightning at all, or maybe just couldn't see it, though it was a gloomy kind of day. Before leaving the cafe we had to put our ponchos on and I even had my back pack cover on.

    After a few more kms we found our place of accomodation. It is a very nice place . Catrin was very happy that she had decided to stay. We had plenty of time to get sorted, and then have cups of tea etc. Shayama was due to arrive around 4.00pm , ( Syama is my cousin's wife and she was joining me, and was flying in from SL). but her plane had got delayed for the sector from Lisbon to Porto, so she came in around 6.00pm. And now my walking buddy had arrived.

    Catrin had gone out and brought dinner rolls and fillings, I had a bottle of port that had been purchased 2 days ago. We had a simple but lovely dinner, and now winding down after a relaxing day. The other two have gone to bed. I will follow them very shortly.
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  • Day3

    Jacobsweg Porto-Santiago de Compostela

    April 6, 2019 in Portugal ⋅ 🌧 12 °C

    Nach einer wieder stürmischen und regnerischen Nacht (womit haben wir das verdient?) jedoch im Gegensatz zur letzten Nacht mit Heizung im Mobilhome, ging es heute auf 27 km von Rio Alta nach Castelo do Neiva. Das Wetter hat sich beruhigt und am Nachmittag hatten wir zum ersten Mal sogar Sonne in Portugal, da war die Stimmung gleich besser. Zudem war es eine schöne Etappe am Anfang über die bekannten Hlzstege am Atlantik entlang über Apulia, Fax, Esposende und dann ins Landesinnere über Marhinas und Belinho nach Castelo do Neiva. Die Orangen haben wir von einer älteren Frau gescheckt bekommen. Sehr abwechslungsreiche Landschaft am Ende mit einem tollen Weg in einer Schlucht mit Wasserfall und schmaler Steinbrücke ohne Geländer dann 800 m den Berg hoch zu unserer ersten Herberge (Massenlager mit 20 Betten, waren aber nur 12 belegt) nach dem Duschen und der ersten Wäsche der Klamotten per Hand sind wir noch in den Supermarkt gelaufen zum Vesper kaufen für den nächsten Tag. Danach sind wir mit den meisten Pilgern noch zu einem Restaurant spaziert (Haben nicht auf Kiki gehört und sind einen langen Umweg gelaufen) Rückweg dann wie von Kiki vorgeschlagen. Chiara musste noch Peters Schatz bewachen während er seinen Joint im Freien rauchte. Haben einigermassen gut geschlafen trotz einiger Schnarcher und des Annäherungsversuch des neben mir liegenden Holländer (Hat mit Zwei Mit-Pilgerinnen eine Pub-Tour gemacht. Aufbruch am nächsten Tag um 07:45 Uhr.Read more

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