Oporto.

The cry 'duty free spirits and cigarettes' follows on from the same half dozen of so lottery scratch cards they flog, following on from gift ideas and food and snacks. The book end of the safety features and demonstration of all the means which could save us if the airplane lands on a body of water - which does happen, but pretty rarely at 28,000 feet and traveling at 500 miles per hour... Then to be prepared to land with armrests down, window blinds open and tray tables away ... But it's nearly over as they bring fragrance trolley along the cabin and clear away litter which isn't littering the floors and aisles. My guilty pleasure is a liberal spray of Hermes passing through the duty free section - there is no escape! At £90 per bottle it's well beyond my wallet (even if it does smell lovely)?

So a strange night's sleep. And awake at 5:30am. Quite a lot of snoring and a lot of movement - especially a legion of revel makers surging passed the windows (even with heavy wooden shutters there was no way out), but I went to bed early after yesterday's marathon, a good supper at Restaurante Arnaldo and am well rested. It's the way? Whether municipal, parish or private albergue you're in a room with a vast array of people: from old to young and some who you have no idea🤣!

Coming down to the Sala de Refeições I was frightened out of my early morning bliss, bashing my foot against something, as I disturbed the albergue rat and mouse control system: a cat. To say I am a dog person and not a cat person is an understatement. Cats leave me meh. It's their eyes: they lack an element I see in dogs eyes: it's those slirts which represent their pupils... They're not a million miles from the strangeness of a goat's eyes? When I stare into a dog's eyes something clicks and with a cat it doesn't. They're fine really. But I am, sadly, a dog person.

Drinking coffee from the vending machine 0.60¢. Portugal was a socialist dictatorship? I can't recall, but things are reasonably priced ... Just checked: military coup where not a shot was fired: Carnation Revolution of 1974. I know a lot of people leave Portugal to find better paid work on the vineyard in France... But I love Delta cafés...

Leaving to find a café: vended coffee is just meh. Dove Rio on the corner of Rúa Baraõ do Forrester(1.80€): it may not be Delta?

Just now an Italian peregrino said he's going along the coastal/costa route ... And it made me think. Inland or by the seaside... The route I was on from Lisbon was the Caminho do Mar... First things first? Down to the Cathedral!