On Saturday we went to Foz to go to a supermarket. While there are several more local, we’re using this as an opportunity to get out and see some new areas. Foz is about 20 minutes away.
We drove their via the coast road and thought that to come back we’d come back across country AND we’d visit another mirador on the way.
MISTAKE!!!
As we headed towards the mirador we saw a massive rock formation heading into the sky, I joked to Ian ‘you don’t think that’s it…??’
And, of course, it was.
Luckily the Mercedes may be old (we had someone stop us the other day to tell us he had one similar in the 80s and he regrets selling it as it was built like a tank), but it is still game to give driving up the sides of a rock face a go. Which is just as well as there was nowhere to turn round.
THEN when we got to the top, there was more mountain to climb but this time on foot. I got part of the way to the top. I’m not exaggerating (much) when I say we were walking at right angles to the floor.
THEN when we got to that top, there were wooden stairs to climb to get to the viewing point. I gave up at that stage, but Ian manfully went to the top. I am the little white dot in the middle of the photo below.
And Ian is the little black dot to the edge of the post below:
In fairness to Ian, I didn’t take any photos of him sobbing, while turning green and hugging the post in the picture above. When he prised himself away and was able to look round without being sick, he said the views were quite nice.
This was the view from where I was:
And that was good enough for me!
I was VERY disappointed to come back and find we had only gone about 460 meters above sea level. I had anticipated that we were at least the height of a small Himalayan mountain.
The way back continued to be, er, challenging. We were going over the top of hills.
And if you look very carefully at the back of this photo you will see we were at eye level with the tops of the wind turbines!
We learned two important lessons – miradors are likely to be in high places and if there are no villages marked along a 20km stretch of road – there’s likely to be a reason (it’s in the clouds).
Foz
So we had a little wander around Foz, as it was raining the first time we went. It’s another fishing port and was quite attractive.
But it was windy! We’ve had people tell us about the North Easterly (or Westerly, can’t remember which), winds and I think we might have experienced it. We were walking along by the port and it was very windy, so we hurried to turn into a street, only to find it was basically a wind tunnel and so much windier than where we were before.
Some statues:
And lastly, we bought some asparagus. It was OK, but I think much of our enjoyment before was picking it 🙂