Left the site early and headed for Callela.
Not a lot going on there so we carried on. Tried a campsite on a hill, got the full guides tour from the big arsed woman and when we proclaimed that we would be looking to tie hammocks to a tree, got the big "no no no no no" from the boss man, so slipped anchor and off we went again.
Found a site opposite the beach and it started to rain, so quickly set up our tarps and hammocks. I washed my fleece and it did not stop raining. Now I am freezing as I only have tee shirts. It's pissing down, and I cook lentil soup with onion and dogs cock under the tarps, which is nice and warming.
I hope it stops raining soon.
It didn't
We were stuck in the hammocks all day, Glenn had a book, I had nothing. 6 or so hours lying in a hammock with nothing to do is generally a tad boring, as you can imagine.
It got worse and worse, then got dark, so we headed off to the bar.
The bar had about 3 people in, but had a tv, so we watched Villa Real vs Arsenal.
The bartender convinced us that we had to try his local traditional dish, which we agreed to, he later called us 'Guinea pigs' in his best English.
Pasta shell soup and some meat and potatoes basically with a dogs spare rib chucked in. The Brandy eased the pain.
I think I fell out my hammock again.
It blew a gale all night, so we battened down the hatches as best we could.
I had dreams of the wind smashing houses and Glenn had dreams that Carly was shaking his tarp. Had Carly been here, she would have surely punched him square in the face to stop him snoring.
The rain stopped during the night, but the wind beat through till morning.
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