Hospederia Hurdes Reales
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- Swimming pool
- Hot tub
- Pets allowed
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... Smashed put the 30km day in 6 hours!
We spent some time at the ruins and then headed down to the main gate and managed with a giggle and a laugh to get cold water from the machine. Fortunately had some change to use but most of it is empty and thankfully someone who works there happened to be hanging out trying to get us to buy his 2pm tour (absolutely no interest)
who knew the trick was to shove your hand up the machine and pull it down. Did this twice for us. What ...
... the dirt. Woohoo! Until ......you realise I haven't seen a marker though we're on clearly marked trails. Find some red ones - it's still dark - walk back - defo can't find another turn - so walk on - run into highway - no markers - well stuff it, all the roads and our track have to go,through the mountain pass so walk on - find dirt trail off ditch - lets go there, better than the black top - heading right direction - horse runs to stone wall to say hello followed closely ...
... inspected the site on the block where Marilyn and Pip plan to build their house within the next year or two. We then drove to explore the area. Bit rainy so we stopped for tapas and drinks in a small village bar- deep fried onion rings, tiny peppers and calamari. Then we went home for lunch at 5! Thought we would try more net surfing so back to the local bar for Internet. Talked ...
... square while we had coffee, then drove to Toril, a small, peaceful village on the edge of the National Park. Marilyn had booked lunch, at 3 pm, and the meal was especially for us. Only one other group dining. We had a fish and potato stew, then pork and green beans then a delicious cream desert. Marilyn explained that the Spanish eat so many vegies they grow themselves that restaurant food rarely has ...
... lovely. Stopped for coffee at a small village, where we ordered then sat down in semi-darkness and the aged locals continued their chatting and drinking, propping up the bar at 10 a.m. The store seemed to sell everything for everyone, if you could find it! By chance, stopped at Monsanto village. Described as "the most Portuguese village in Portugal", the streets got so narrow as we climbed the hill, we had to come down backwards and walk, then walk/ climb to the castle ...