I was so pleased to have finally labelled and dated the CDs of photos from Portugal and Spain that I posted an assortment from Portugal on Fotothing. Confusion now as a result though, one that I labelled as being of Convento de Cristo, Tomar, one of the Portuguese members believes is of Leiria. I was in Tomar on the 27th, and the date printed on the back of the photo when it was developed says the 27th….
dst. (km) Today 129.76 Trip 605.8 Welcome to Spain; welcome back to the western world!
It rained again all last night, and was damp and foggy as I left this morning. I found it hard to get organized and get on my way.
Soon after I left, the fog got heavier and turned to rain, then it rained steadily all the way to the Spanish border.
dist. (km) Today 120.4 Trip 474.7 So many things happened today, and such a long day….
Poured with rain again overnight, but by the time I was leaving it had turned to a heavy mist. Pastries and um Galâo for breakfast.
In the early evening I sat on the rock walls at Castelo de Vide(39.5500000,-8.9833333), gazing off to the north at the most amazing view.
dist. (km) Today 86.04 Trip 353.5 Today — off to visit the Knights Templar….
Those church bells that I noticed yesterday woke me with a vengeance this morning. I shall have to try and remember not to stay quite so close to a church on a Saturday night! I’ve no idea when they started calling people to mass, but I’m sure it was still dark.
dist. (km) Today 74.8 Trip 264.1 Dinner last night was a bit of a dud, and entirely my fault. I took the easy way out and ordered “Ementa Turistica”. The tourist menu consisted of steak, egg and chips, presumably the only thing that the Portuguese believe that the English will eat… maybe not that far from the truth.
dist. (km) Today 65.4 Trip 186.9 The weather today conspired to attempt to make me grumpy with the world — but I’m refusing to not enjoy it all!
This morning there was more uncomfortable conversation with Ricardo’s mother in my mutilated Portuguese as I packed up and settled my bill, then — much relieved — left and rode back into Sintra.
dist. (km) Today 100.3 Trip 112.9 This morning I rode slowly down through Lisbon, motorists who’ll happily double park and block the trams or go through red lights without batting an eye just lean on the horn if one cyclist slows them down. I’m convinced that I’m the only cyclist in Lisbon anyway…
I made it to the Plaça without too much of a problem and sat down to get my bearings and for some much needed breathing space.
dist. (km) Today 0.0 Trip 8.3 At 7 pm I found myself sitting on the Paseo at Expo ‘98, resting my aching legs and writing about the day. I’d been on my feet since 9 am.
Breakfast was the first priority, pastry e um bica in a café, standing at bar with the rest of the patrons.
dst. (km) Today 6.4 Trip 8.3 At some strange time in the morning I was flying over Romania — I think. An hour in Frankfurt and then breakfast on the flight. Somewhere out over the Black Sea there was a magnificent thunderstorm to watch, all the lightning playing around below the plane.
Singapore airport seemed huge, we all had to walk for miles to get from the Qantas flight to the check-in counter, then almost all the way back to get to the departure lounge for the Lufthansa flight.
I experiment. I play. I write and I take pictures. Some of the site is organised around topics, other parts are organized by date, then there’s always the cross-references between them.
Long ago it started as a learning experiment with a few static HTML pages, then I added a bit of server-side includes and some very ugly PHP. A hand-built journal/blog on top of that PHP, then a few experiments in moving to various static publishing systems. I’ve never wanted a database-based blogging engine, so over the years I’ve tried php, nanoblogger, emacs-muse, silkpage and docbook before settling on emacs org-mode for writing and jekyll for publishing. But the itch remained… I never really liked jekyll and the ruby underneath always seemed so much black magic. So now the latest incarnation is org-mode and hugo.