Cycling the Camino Portugues: Ankora – Valenca
Early start the next morning, which meant I hit Caminha at 7:30. The first ferry left for Spain at 9:00. A waste of a cool weather, which would mean midday cycling in the heat. At 9:00, I was told there will be no ferry today. So the only certainty while travelling, is a constant change of plan. I hit the N13 to Valenca, trucks and cars replaced waterfalls and forests.
My goal during my cycle was to spend at least one night in an Auberge and thats what I did. It was pretty challenging but the wonderful thing was meeting, Margo from the Netherlands. We spent the afternoon and evening drinking, walking, talking and laughing. We up having to sleep on the top bunks, the most unfortunate place and only available bunks to sleep. So Sao Teotonio was not my glass of Sangria. It might be that no albergues are for me but after a night of 30 people marathon snoring and farting, I am petrified to try one again. All through the night cell phones were beeping and just after 4am some people started to pack to leave. I was out of there at first light and cycled away as fast as I could.