The photo Diane took of me in Porto Covo marked the end of my backpacking trip. But the official end of the Fisherman’s Trail is 10 k north of Porto Covo. So Thursday, carrying just a daypack, I walked this final section. After 230 k of protected seascape in Southwest Alentejo and Vicentina Coast Natural […]
Sign sign. Everywhere a sign.
Is everyone humming along to the Five Man Electrical Band? I know Kevin is! Below, a collection of some of my favourite signs from the past month: Barry Hatton contends that there is a shard of anarchy in the heart of all Portuguese. A recent Portugal president complained that his countryman treated laws as rough […]
On Portuguese cats
It seems to me that, on the whole, cats in Portugal work hard for a living. Most of the cats I see here seems to be feral or semi-feral, and highly suspicious of humans. Either that or my cat whispering skills have entirely vanished! The cats I encounter slink down alleyways, pressed against the edge […]
Cafes and slave markets
I’ve experienced a change of pace over the last few days. On Monday, I reached Lagos, a city of 30,000 and the beginning of Algarve’s developed southern coast. Suddenly, there are more apartment buildings, more construction cranes, more traffic, and way more British accents. And fewer (read no) cows and goats. What Lagos lacks in […]
Yesterday I walked to the end of the world
When Prince Henry the Navigator launched Portugal’s Golden Age of Discovery in 1415, Cabo de Sao Vicente marked the end of the known world — the limit of the charted seas. Yesterday I arrived in Cabo de Sao Vicente, marking the end of my journey on the Historical Way, and discovered a parking lot and […]
What’s she doing over there anyway?
I’ve realized I’ve jumped into this blog/e-journal without actually explaining what I am up to. For about a month, I am hiking the trails of the Rota Vicentina in southern Portugal. First, the Historical Way — 263 km. Then the Fisherman’s Trail — 227 k. And a couple of Circular Routes thrown in for good […]
Portugal sounds
Portugal sounds like…… Dogs barking. Every farm house has a guard dog — or two or three. And their primary purpose in life is to bark madly at every walker who passes by. 2) Goat and cow bells. Most goats and cows have bells dangling around their necks. I am scarcely ever beyond the call […]
Portugal’s Aussie Forests
The scenery over the past two days has been stunning. Verdant forests sweeping down to fields dotted with sheep and cattle. But those forests hide a dirty secret — they are dominated by eucalyptus trees imported from Australia! ‘Dirty’ because apparently (according to my guidebook) they are an ecological disaster — sucking up water and […]
Cork forests and spring flowers
It was a long thirsty 19 k to Vale Seco. Lessons learned — get up early to beat the heat, and carry lots of water! For most of the day, I hiked along what amounted to forestry roads. But the forestry practiced here doesn’t involve cutting down trees. Instead, the bark of the cork tree […]
Palm Sunday
I spent Sunday exploring Santiago do Cacem and environs. I began in the oldest district, downslope from the castelo, and almost immediately I heard music. I assumed it was a radio, but when I rounded a corner I was swept up in a Palm Sunday procession. There were about 150 people of all ages walking […]