“Adventure is a path. Real adventure – self-determined, self-motivated, often risky – forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it. Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of humankind – and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever again be black-and-white.” –Mark Jenkins
Thursday, 11 June 2009
Day 34 – 7th June 2009 – Sunday – NOT Fathers day!
we were woken by the arrival of weekend fishermen, so we got up and set off within the hour. Sun shining, but very chilly – we have no altimeter, but figure we must still be quite high up. We reached Pueblo de Sanabria and turned North to towards the lake where the signs indicated campsites in abundance. The first 3 were shut. So we have set up here at El folgroso and intend to stay two days whilst we learn some Portuguese and wait for the rain to stop… PLEASE STOP NOW – HAD ENOUGH RAIN. I can’t believe a week ago we were lying on a beach, scantily clad, using factor number 20 and now we’re sat in the awning, me wearing four layers, a hat and scarf!