Continued on the journey into industrial Porrino. Long straight road with factories on either side. Waymarking was poor, so different to that of Portugal. Helped by a family from Assisi to find and get to albergue. They invited me to join them for dinner of pasta with bacon.
The route in Porrino is meant to be unpleasant but it was not! I crossed a railway bridge, and on the downward part, saw a fruit vendor selling cherries. I gave him money and he gave me what he thought was the correct amount. I walked the long road to Porrino spitting cherry pits. Magic!
The albergue was staffed by an officious Spanish functionary – not a nice albergue. When I arrived there were no bunks at the bottom, terrified of sleeping on top. One of the lovely German girls called me to show that someone had moved or something, so I got a bottom bunk.
49 years old
Bridge between Portugal and Spain
The albergue was staffed by an officious Spanish functionary – not a nice albergue. When I arrived there were no bunks at the bottom, terrified of sleeping on top. One of the lovely German girls called me to show that someone had moved or something, so I got a bottom bunk.
49 years old
Wet and cold outside
Business in Porrino - there is a branch in South Africa!
