The last day of my month long exploration of the Rota Vincenta ended in Santiago do Cacem. The place seemed to pitch itself as a Santiago de Compestello knock off. Note the graphic art to the entrance of the town.
I met two very pleasant people from Germany, Peter and Helga. They were about to embark on their own journey of the same route
I got to the edge of this mntn overlooking the ocean and saw this motor bike carcas. I thought someone abandoned this thing years ago. But there was a newish bag of sorts next to it. I took a photo and then proceeded to contemplate how I was going to get down to the beach. My Gaiagps app suggested there was a trail directly down off the cliff. I looked at the deer trail and said to myself, "I am too old and unstable for this". Finally, I made my way back up to the top where the motorbike is, and a Poetuguese guy my age standing in a wet suit is there looking kind of annoyed...like i discovered his stash. I asked in shitty Portuguese "Is it possible tp get down to the beach". The guy pointed and escorted me to the path to get down, totally doable!
There are many scrub oak trees along the way. Almost every oak has had its bark stripped for making corks for wine. So the trunks of the trees are generally dark from no bark.
Going to visit Uncle Mark. It had been almost 10years! I got on Ryan Air, an experience in itself. The ticket is cheap. But they gouge out of you the difference such as paying xtra to have luggage, to have an assigned seat, etc. The plastic seats were so thin, i had to take a photo.
You’ve had quite a month, now off to see Mark and hear about his adventure. You fellows have a great visit. Love Clo
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