That’s Portuguese for hola!

We had a fantastic time in Galicia, cycled right round the rugged coast and came into Santiago from the West, ate pilgrim cake and octopus, drank Alborino wine and enjoyed wonderful deserted sandy coves tucked away in the rocky coast.

The going has become much easier now as we head down the coast of Portugal, straight and flat roads but sometimes bumpy cobbles jar our teeth and rears. We’ve spent a couple of days in Porto, drinking port on the waterfront and munching barbecued chestnuts from newspaper cones, enjoyed a funicular ride up to a temple overlooking Viana do Castello and are now somewhere south of Figueira Da Foz.