Quinta da Calcada
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Travel Blogs from Melgaco
... 2,000 years ago and three reconstructed houses to give you a sense of things. In some ways, they reminded me of the places I had seen in the mountains of Nepal only a few months ago and how people still live today.
The train brought us back to Santiago for our final night in this historic and fine city.
... and and a half journey took us to the coastal town of A Guarda which is mainly a working fishing harbour. It's out of season now but we managed to find one place still open which sold seafood. Mussels, scallops and langoustines - excellent.
There is a lovely coastal walk towards the border with Portugal where the waves crash in from the Atlantic. It's pretty undeveloped here and full of atmosphere.
... one was docked in the harbour.
You can tell the Brits by their clothing - hopelessly attired for torrential rain in T shirts, shorts and plimsolls. I noticed at least 12 sellers of umbrellas on the various roads leading from the old city and port area back to the city centre.
A bit of a wash out day as they say.
... after about 10 minutes. Those 10 minutes were filled with the Cruise Director torturing us with very bad jokes. The seas became very rough and I had to take more sea sickness tablets. I still don't feel very well and cannot wait to get to land for stability. * I will update blogs the day after I have written them. I.e Monday's entry will be published on Tuesday. Tuesday's entry will be published on Wednesday and so forth ...
... Inatel Hotel. Suffice to say, there is NOTHING caminhno about this place. Four stars, the works. I pay with a smile, have a long hot shower, a nap and then walk back to town to try and find something to eat. The town is deserted. Really, truly deserted. I end up in a cafe where I am delighted at the fact that they actually can serve a tuna salad. (I think I have scurvy and it has gone to my brain. Like syphillis). My solitude is at the moment the ...