Well, I thought it was about time I wrote something in case you think we’ve drowned. We haven’t. We’re fine. We’re now in Sines, which is south of Lisbon, in Portugal. It’s hot and sunny, but the sea is still rather bracing. I managed once round the boat and back on board for a solarbag shower yesterday. Andy didn’t go in as he was put off by my screams.
Too much has happened for me to tell you everything here. You’ll just have to wait for the book to come out.
A very brief resumé, then:
At Portosin we failed to hire a car (no es posible) to see ElCurro and La Rapa das Bestas (where the wild horsemen of the Spanish mountains grapple wild horses to the gound, cut off their manes and brand them with a hot iron to show they’ve “tamed” them.)
Hung around in the next Ria (Ria de Arosa) waiting for another Curro up the mountain, which we went to but it was rained off.
I wanted to go home as I was sick of living on a boat with only Andy to talk to, so we headed north back to Muros.
I changed my mind when we met other English people to talk to and went to the all night dancing of the Fiesta (the Virgin of Carmen, patron saint of fishermen, this time) and we headed south again.
Andy nearly had a nervous breakdown.
Saw lots of interesting stuff in between.
Have a scan down the photos for some of it.
Catch you l8r.
Thursday, 13 August 2009
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