Day 2 Vila do Conde to Fao - June 19

The yellow arrows were better placed today and also I was able to get an earlier start both of which helped a lot. The hostel price of 10 EUR included breakfast and given that we were leaving before they were to serve it they gave us breakfast to go in a bag. It was a veritable feast! In the bag was yogurt, juice, bread, margarine, jam and an apple. What a nice surprise to have that bag waiting for me when I left at 6:30 in the morning.

I would highly recommend the Belamar Hostel. Nice rooms, a place to do your laundry and great breakfast to go.

The way between Vila do Conda and Povoa de Varzim reminded me a bit of Fort Laurderdale. A beach town with lots of condos. The nice thing about the so far 40+ km north of Porto is that they have kept the beaches unobstructed by buildings. All condos are on the east side of the road and to the left of the road and the walkway is the beach and all the beach concessions. There was a side benefit to this and I was able to walk for the first few hours on the east side of the street in the shade of the buildings.

There was a tile mural wall at the point at Povoa de Varzim. I spent quite a while examining each of the many large tiles on the mural.

This is an example of the tiles on the mural. Each depicted a historical scene in the community - fishing, storms , politicians and sinking vessels of note.

As I moved from the built up resort area to the fishing villages I saw some men drying sea weed. The black spot is sea weed - I saw men pulling it out of the sea and laying it out to dry.

The end product - dried sea weed which was being rolled up and carted off.

Perhaps the sea weed was carted off 10 km down the road to the fields I walked through where it might be used as fertilizer. I walked for 16 km away from the ocean the most of which was an intensively farmed market garden area. Too bad, because we were routed down a road with no shoulder and lots of traffic taking these veg to the stores.

I was rewarded with a walk through a pine forest. I stopped for a while, let my feet rest and ate my orange.

There was a bit of a mix up about the hostel. We had reserved the night before, I thought a hostel in the town of Esposende. Turns out Esposende is a municipality as well as a town and the reservation was in the town of Fao, 3 km short of Esposende. Fortunately one of my fellow perigrinos caught me passing through the town of Fao and let me know that this was where the lodging was. No so lucky a few of the other perigrinos who walked to Esposende and had to cab back to the lodgings. It does mean that tomorrow will have a few extra km. *sigh*. I am having a few problems with blisters and a sore spot on my shoulder due to the chafing of my pack. I need to keep my daily journey under 25 km if I am to keep these problems in check

The bridge to the town of Esposende. Tomorrow morning I will be crossing this bridge, my destination will be Viana do Castelo.

 

Posted with Blogsy

Day 1 Porto to Vila do Conde - June 18

Today was a long day. I can say that that it was a good day, now after I have showered, washed my clothes, had a bit of a nap and am now sitting on a patio nibbling on a sandwich ("sandwich rustica" per the menu) and drinking cerveca. When I arrived I was very tired and a bit grumpy.

I am glad I decided to take the metro to outside of Porto, to the jump off point at Matosinhos as it was a long enough walk without those extra 3-4 km from the Porto town centre. I left the hostel in Porto at 7:30 and it took a good 45 min to get to the "Mercando" stop, where I needed to get off and cross the river to the city(?) of Matosinhos. I stopped for a small coffee and then set off over the bridge on my way.

One of my concerns in choosing this route is the lack of information available. One person at my hostel Ian Porto said she knew of one person who had walked it last year and found the route poorly marked and the route not yet finished. I went to the Tourist information office in Porto and they had no information but agreed it was poorly marked and that there were few Albergues. That said, how lost can one get walking along the coast? So, convinced that any problems I might have would be small ones, I set off.

The first problem was that I didn't see any arrows on the other side of the bridge. I could have gone left and followed the river out to the ocean, but a lady spoke quite confidently that I should go straight ahead. I took her advice, but a few km later wondered if that was wise. In any case, no arrows and after asking directions several times more "caminho do Costa?" I was told to turn left at the next round about and so walked the couple of km to the ocean via the road. When I arrived I saw a boardwalk which probably started not far from the bridge where I undoubtedly should have turned left. Oh well, no big deal. It was 9:30 when I started walking up the boardwalk along the coast and it was going to be a very hot day to walk the 27 km to my destination. Probably should have left the hostel at 6 and have started walking at about 7 to escape the heat of the day. Oh well.

The sea view on this coastal was is just spectacular, but it is hard not to just decide to call it a beach day and don bathing suit and cool off in those tidal pools. No, instead I trotted along on that board walk hour after hour, without one wit of shade and getting hotter by the minute. Yes there was an ocean breeze, but on the far side of the dunes, with a large sand dune between the ocean and our boardwalk, the breeze seemed like it was coming from an oven. My thoughts of an idyllic beach camino walk with cool ocean breezes was dashed with the heat of the day.

I adjusted my expectations and decided the only way was to reconcile myself to a long hot walk and counter that with frequent stops for a cold drink and to take my shoes off and air them. My feet felt very hot all day and my socks quite wet with perspiration so I am now sporting 2 blisters, in exactly the same spot as when I stopped walking on the Frances route.

The boardwalk was pretty nice, but it ended abruptly, but fortunately just temporarily and I had to do some acrobatics to finish that section (so did the cyclists who happened to overtake me at that point)

Can you see the yellow arrow on the light post?

Then there was the issue with the Amarillo Fletchas (yellow arrows). By about 1:30 I had pretty much resigned myself that there would be no arrows but I just needed to follow the boardwalk. Then I was confronted with an arrow pointing away from the boardwalk! What to do? As most pilgrims would, I abandoned the boardwalk and followed the yellow arrows. Following this route, I found myself going over to the main road though the towns and past the stores, etc. Finally after following several kilometres of arrows reassuringly pointing forward down a residential road parallel to the beach but perhaps a km away I reached a T junction and the arrow pointed away from the ocean! That really perplexed me as I could see the boardwalk in the distance and that was where I wanted to be but maybe the boardwalk dead ended. At that point I saw a couple of people and decided to ask for advice. I was pointed back to the boardwalk. I was very peeved and the painter of the yellow arrows. It is not good when a pilgrim can't follow the arrows reliably. It is a good thing I didn't go further before correcting.

Thank goodness that I found a great hostel at 10 EUR for the night for a dorm room which sleeps 4 and they packed me a huge takeaway breakfast as I will start early tomorrow. They also reserved me a room in a hostel in Esposende, my destination for tomorrow, so I can take my time and stop as frequently as I like.

One of my roomies for tonight is a Japanese man, Aoki, who came from Porto today by a most curious route. His guidebook said that the coastal route from Porto to Vila do Condo was not passable in places except by wading through water. So he took the metro a distance further than I did and then did a hybrid route following the road from the interior route over to Vila do Conde.

There are about 8 of here at the hostel who are walking this route and no one from Portugal or Spain. I guess I will be seeing them each night as there is usually only one hostel/Albergue in each town.

 

Posted with Blogsy