More on this recipe later, I’ll quickly fill you in on our adventures in Portugal. We crossed the border about 2 weeks ago and spent out first 2 nights in a campsite by the beach at the mouth of the Minho River. The town of Caminha has views directly across to Spain, and provided us with a wonderful introduction to our latest country.
We cycled into town and sent a lovely few hours exploring the old city with the usual collection of churches, walls, towers and a wonderful square that begged us to sit and drink wine in the sun. We chatted with some expat locals who pointed us in the direction of the best restaurant in town for lunch. 13 euros for 2 three course lunches and a carafe wine and 2 coffees – we instantly fell in love with Portugal. We worked this off with a brilliant walk on the beach.
|The Square in Caminha|
Many of the campsites in Portugal are a closed for the winter, so we drove straight to Oporto and hired a cheapo car (18 euros per day!) in order see the region.
Our camp here is close to the beach with about 10kms of brilliant cycle tracks into town. The track has loads of beachside cafes and bars along the way, so you never actually make it into town. We can also take the rollercoaster (aka the local bus) into town – what a ride!! Some of the streets are so narrow that we wonder how the bus makes it around the corners. There is a bit of reversing and jostling on the way.
November 13 was Lawrences’ birthday, so you’ll be surprised to hear that we had a lavish lunch. We visited Taylors, one the major Port producers and after doing the obligatory tour of the cellars, booked into the restaurant for a wonderful lunch. We ate with views across the river to Porto.
The town of Oporto (just Porto in Portuguese) is a wonderful to city to wander around - grand buildings, crooked streets, wide avenues, churches galore and a great tower to climb.
|Just wanting to show off the blue sky in Porto|
|Typical shot of Porto|
We took our little Renault Clio out into the Douro Valley for a few days to see the ‘real’ port country. Most of you will know that port is matured in Vila Nova de Gaia (across the river from Porto) but it is grown in the Douro Valley towards the Spanish border. The road along the river was a real adventure and I was carsick for the first time since I can remember, so winding was the road. The views however, made it worth the nausea.
|Two typical views of the Douro Valley|
We booked into a ‘Quinta’ for 2 nights – a working vineyard and winery, right on the river, just outside the town of Pinhão, the heart of port country.
|The view from our room|
We did a bit of driving in the area, as we were so struck by seeing the wonderful steep terraces along the river where the port grapes area grown. It is just like in the wine books!! We were also able to wander along some of these terraces doing an audio tour supplied by another Quinta.
Now to dinner! We ate a local restaurant the first night in Pinhao and enjoyed the hospitality and food so much that we were enticed to come back for a second night for the speciality of the house – Chicken cooked in chicken blood and vinegar, how could we resist?? What a treat, it was absolutely delicious, despite the ingredients.
Back in Porto, we drove out to a town called Braga, a long-standing religious capital of Portugal. It is positively heaving with churches, but the real show stopper is the Bom Jesus, just out of town. We climbed the 500 plus stairs to the church, eschewing the funicular (that’s for wimps). The real faithful do it on their knees as a demonstration of their devotion. We are really chocking up heaven points with all these church climbs (just in case).
|Surely this should get us some brownie points - the stairs up to Bom Jesus|
Next we’ll head to Lisbon with a side trip to Munich as the first step in our quest for the perfect vehicle to eventually drive back to Australia. Watch this space!!!