Porto

We woke up to stunning blue skies and views across the River Duro from our hostel terrace. The plan for the day was worked backwards from a train that we were catching from Porto to Vigo at 7, and so after a leisurely breakfast, we asked what could be recommended in Porto.

Through a nice turn of events, the hostel lent us two bikes for free, and we cycled along the riverfront to the beach. Swam, lunched, and then returned through the twisting streets and hills. Once we'd returned the bikes, had some beers on the patio and a shower to refresh, we were once again on the explore, and found an amazing bakery with some great triple meat calzone style baked goods.

Food in hand, we walked to the train staton to get our tickets to Vigo. After a short wait we were off, travelling north through the vineyards of Portugal which produce all the Port that lined the shops of Porto. Beautiful hills, all played out to the setting sun.

A bridge took the train across a river and into Spain. I've never crossed a border like this, where time zones change in the space of a metre. Odd.

Vigo got us lost, and we got a sinking feeling when we asked for directions and we're told "why are you going there? There's nothing there!!"

Right he was too, as the hostel is a very clean corporate job, not a spark of joy in the place, and a stark contrast to the Porto hostle. We wondered the dark steers for a few hours to avoid it's depressing sterility before heading back at 1:30 to see about sleep.

I think there may only be 6 people in the place, and they've put us all in one room, where it must be 30 degrees. Ac now on, but doesn't seem to be doing much.