The Portugesse Outback
The forecast was rain. Head for the hills. Our ride a post World War Two all terrain vehicle. Manual wheel locks and a clearance that on initial alighting appeared excessive. A few minutes outside of Read More …
The forecast was rain. Head for the hills. Our ride a post World War Two all terrain vehicle. Manual wheel locks and a clearance that on initial alighting appeared excessive. A few minutes outside of Read More …
Rock formations emerge from the Atlantic Ocean as a reminder that this was the end of the flat world. After here, oceans that poured over the ends of the earth and then down into the Read More …
The poster advertises a weekly bull-fight, tourist class. Oh the weeklies ended on the 19th and we will miss it. The local restaurant operator simply said it was finished till next year. He seemed happy. Read More …
If you are inclined to hate galleries and churches this blog is for you! The neon flower has staying power. Has the primary colour simplicity of bent glass shapes. The flower is simpler than any Read More …
On the streets of Lisbon, right where the Tagus River meets the Atlantic, there are bridges and statues and ramparts and a host of tourist trapping attractions. A few miles north in an old town Read More …
The body count after the inquisition was grim. The blood in the cathedrals running free. The body count after each bullfight — sad. Gored fighters and wounded animals. The trampled spectators in soccer stadiums — Read More …
Now, I would not dare argue with Google and not even consider debate with Guinness so I will let their claims stand. Restaurant Botin was founded in 1725. That is almost three centuries of serving Read More …
In northern Portugal, before locks and hydro electric projects, the railroads carried Port and people. The old cars sit abandoned on sidings and stations in the river valley. The lady of vineyards, Ferreira, also the Read More …
As we trespassed locks and visited the carries of yesteryear it became obvious — this river was more than road. This river that meanders from Porto to Spain carried women and port. Carried the fruits Read More …
In the Salamanaca square — a monument. You may have noticed that I am not prone to vainly image monuments. This monument, with pipes was more than a bronze. Dedicated by the University of Salamanca Read More …