Porto - Portugal

As above

"It's a trap!"

Casa Musica

Beardy Jesus

Quaint 8th story houses

Porto, Jose Mariniho, too soon?

The day the TV aerial broke off the roof, duct tape to the rescue! Also we fit under 2.95m bridges now!

Wednesday 1^st to Saturday 4^th June

The toll-road journey to Porto passed quickly until we turned off for our campsite. The GPS surpassed herself and managed to drive us straight into a farmer’s field, the only possibility of return being via very cobbled streets. Amidst D’s curses, we banged loudly to the campsite in Plavo de Navim and settled in. For any future travellers, be warned Portugal comes at a cost, the word ‘tourist’ adding 50% to your bill. We took an evening stroll on the beach and headed wearily bed.  The next day, venturing into Porto (Oporto), we found the city to be stunning and friendly. We wandered the city, enjoying the vast tiled apartments and narrow pokey streets. We relaxed through the afternoon on the banks of the Duoro river, admiring the amazing view all around and we even discovered the sweet, strong taste of white port. Who knew?! The evening ended in giggles as, on the train journey home, a Russian sounding voice-over came on at every station, “Eef you hare hcontinuing your journey, dawn’t forhget to *voice drop* hvalidate your ticket”. Indeed Comrade.

2,661 miles

The next day we spent the morning on the beach, watching the incredible Atlantic waves rocking along kilometres of white sand, before setting off on our mad trek east to Madrid. Much hilarity on the way as we attempted to replace our gas bottle in Portu-Spangli-Italian, particularly as any reference to Italy had our garage man roll his eyes and shout “Berlosconi!!!” before collapsing into fits of laughter. Friday saw us churn out over 300 miles and settled in an Aire in La Albuerca, whilst Saturday saw us tick over plenty more miles into Madrid and our elusive campsite in the centre.

2,907 miles