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Travel Blogs from Évora
Evora is a medieval walled UNESCO World Heritage site. It actually reminds me of Avila, the first stop on our Spanish road trip with a little Segovia given the Roman aqueduct and influence; I think i actually preferred the Spanish cities.
We spent the morning seeking out the train station to arrange our trip to Lisbon and taking in the sights on the way; which included a small castle actually a church! We also sought out the ...
... Grottos (caves). We decided on a one hour trip as Imogen was not interested in swimming it was not worth paying the 10 Euro more for this option, we had also not yet checked out of our room and needed to return by midday. The company we chose did not offer a one hour trip at the time we preferred so allowed us to join the 2 hour trip for the price of a one hour, returning to the port on the smaller grotto ...
... thing worse than driving to Evora in 40C heat, then it is driving to Evora and not seeing it.
Eventually, we made it back to the villa at gone seven in the evening, where we tried to evaluate the day. The first part had gone so well, that we had been fooled into thinking the rest would be just as successful. Nick summed it up by saying "We both need to learn to say 'BOO' to little old ladies.".
Back at the car at 3.15pm, we decided it was time to go home. "We go by other roads" said Wanda, shunning the Sat Nav. She'd led us thus far without a problem, so I didn't question her navigation skills at that point. How was I to know we were about to embark on the drive from hell?
We drove for a further 40 minutes, past fields of storks with their messy nests balanced on telegraph poles. I suppose I should have known that we had reached the edge of ...
... and has never been repaired.
The heat of the day was intense as we walked, very slowly, towards the bridge. Eventually, we got to a chain-link fence at the poor end of town and Wanda pointed out across the valley at a pile of rocks in the distance, indistinguishable from the landscape around them. This was The Bridge we had come to see. I'm sorry to say, I didn't even photograph it. There really was nothing to see.
- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility