I am proud of these three images.
As I left the campsite in Salamanca, with a firm commitment to come back, a man walked up to me and said, “you and Sandra had coffee in my caravan in Turiscampo in 2018”. We did! His wife came over and they were both shocked to hear the news. What are the chances? They live in Kilkenny.
It was 410km of motorway with zero traffic to the first campsite at Evora in Portugal. 32 degrees when I arrived. There are no signs to say you have crossed from Spain to Portugal but I know the clues – beautifully tarmaced motorways in Portugal (EU infrastructure grants); bumpy and patchy motorways in Spain; scruffiness in Portugal, immaculate villages in Spain; nobody speaks English in Spain and all do in Portugal. However, there are two items that Portugal does not do well – campsites and desserts.
As the campsite in Evora didn’t have a slice of bread, I took my camera downtown and walked the city streets – finding a tiny family restaurant, O Garfo. I was the only customer and the grandad cooked especially for me – regional pork Alentejo.
Tomorrow will be a tough day – I arrive in our favourite campsite – Turiscampo Lagos.