Well as holidays go, it went. Clearly I had not understood the itinerary. I distinctly recall Mrs. Ha saying we were doing a river cruise – Lisbon to Porto on the Douro. We didn’t.
Someone moved the Douro. It no longer runs from L to P. That’s now a motorway. The Douro has mysteriously moved and starts (or probably finishes) at Porto and goes inland. Lots of locks to negotiate. And we made a detour into Spain. Salamanca in fact. Wonderful place. But also not on the Douro. Is it any wonder I was confused?
Frankly holidays are like cameras. If you need to read up about them they are too complicated. I like to go from A to B. In fact I am usually happy to stay at A. Or B. I rarely want to go to C or any other letter. And certainly not following a guide.
Tourist guides lie. Did you know that? Our lovely guide told us (at enormous length) where we were going tomorrow and what we would do at what time. But I didn’t. Mrs. Ha and another refusenik played hooky every day. We arrived with the group as we had no choice. We worked out where and when we had to meet the bus. Then we legged it to do our own thing. The tourist guide said ‘provide you are back on time and enjoy yourselves, I am happy’. But her teeth were gritted and I swear she had her fingers crossed behind her back when she said it. She loathed me. I felt so good about it.
I took 1200+ photos. In fact as I was shooting RAW and jpeg in tandem I shot 2400+. I have to string them out a bit longer for blogging as I have all sorts of distractions to contend with. So here is just a sampler of what might or might not lie ahead. I have absolutely no idea where I took it. In fact I have little idea of where I have been. Dwr y felin, perhaps?
As the scenery was sooooo pretty I was fascinated by the locks. And here is my favourite lock shot.
What a mighty lock it was too. The marks reminded me of the fingers of Sadequain. Look him up if you don’t believe me. Of course Portugal was in colour but I converted it to black and white. Just to annoy the tourist guide.
If you are looking for a moral from this post it is this: never, ever go on a holiday where you are required (?) to follow the leader and listen to her (I suppose it could be a him) babbling away through a ‘whisper box’. I hurled mine away after less than 5 minutes. I can’t take photos and listen to a duck. So thank you, I had a lovely time. It was just the other 109 people who seemed less enthused.