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Day 22 – Porto: Intermission I

Friday 18 September 2026 – We had the luxury of not having to walk several kilometres in order to find our baggage in a different town, but we didn’t have the ultimate morning luxury of turning off the alarm altogether, for we had to meet a guide who would show us around Porto. We fortified ourselves with a decent breakfast at the hotel and met the charming Claudia at 10am in the hotel reception. She spent three hours showing us around various neighbourhoods and explaining some of the history and matters of significance in the city. For various reasons it was difficult to get photos as we went, so we revisited one or two locations to get proper photos and also looked in on other areas after she left us. So the following is just a general mishmash of the day rather than the taut and gripping narrative that you would reasonably expect from me.

As you saw from the final photo in yesterday’s entry, the hotel we’re in is right next to a sodding great iron bridge, which is a strong contributing factor to the hotel being called the Vincci Ponte de Ferro. It’s a superb hotel in an excellent location – comfortable, well-organised and with good service. It is very unusually configured. This is the panel which can be found around the hotel which explains the set up.

One enters on level 14. To get to our room, one takes the lift down to level 10, and then hops along a corridor to another lift to go further down to, in our case, level 6. I wondered what this setup looks like from the outside, and walking across the sodding great iron bridge, formally known as the Ponte Luis I, gives one a chance to look back at the hotel as it sits on the side of a cliff.

At the top right of the picture is the monastery. Immediately below its buttressing is the level of the hotel from floors 10 – 15. Below that, the grey area is the Level 10 restaurant, and to the left of that are floors 1-9 of bedrooms.

The walk over the bridge gives a chance to view the old city walls close up.

To us, they looked a bit flimsy, and in fact what you see here is a reconstruction; at the base of the crenelated stretch you can see the remains of original walls, which look a lot sturdier. Also, when you get to look behind the crenelated part, you see that it’s not just a single wall; it’s more robust than it looks.

There is only a single fragment of the original walls left standing in the cty itself;

all the other city walls were knocked down as the Powers That Be decided that there was no need for a robust defense. Carrying on from the bridge takes you to the cathedral,

outside which is the starting point for those people wanting to take the section of the Caminho Português from here to Santiago.

248km to go, then. (Actually, not, but you’ll have to stay tuned to find out why.)

Outside the cathedral is a very fancy pillory

which is a relatively modern reconstruction of a 16th-century Manueline original, which was torn down in the early 19th century during the wars between Peter IV and his brother Miguel.

Entry into the cathedral is a bit complicated. You join a queue and get your ticket – but then there’s no information about what to do then; we just went in the opposite direction to all the people who were obviously leaving. The first place you get to then is a small but well-formed cloister

which has some delightful tiling.

Various exits from the cloister lead to various other places. The first one we went through took us up (36 steps) to a gallery overlooking the cloister

whence one could take a further 81 (quite chunky) steps to get to the top of one of the towers, where there is a great view over the city,

and back over to Vila Nova de Gaia, too.

After that, we blundered about trying to find our way down and out, which took a few goes before we succeeded. So we saw a few other rooms in the cathedral complex as well, one of which had a statue of good old Santiago himself

and a marvellous ceiling.

We eventually found our way into the nave

which has a very elaborately carved and gilded altar piece

and choir stalls.

The cathedral is rather stand-offish when it comes to handing out selos; they will only give one to a credenciale that they themselves have issued (since many people start their Caminho Portugues here in Porto, not in Lisbon as we did). Fortunately, just round the corner is the Pilgrim Office, who willingly did the business for us, including an extra, fancy, stamp which we paid a small donation to secure.  For both our cathedral and pilgrim office visits we were rather lucky; virtually no queue to get in, but when we came out, there was quite a line for each.

Moving on from the cathedral area takes one into the old town, with its narrow streets and sometimes colourful houses.

Historically there was a Jewish quarter here. In one of Portugal’s rather more inglorious episodes, Jews in the country were either banished, killed or forced to convert to Christianity. There are still marks indicating this forced conversion on some houses where Jews once lived.

One rather charming architectural touch we saw involved the use of decorative swallows

which are loved because they show the good Christian values of faithfulness and mating for life.

Further on from the old town area is the Street of Flowers (Rua das Flores), which is popular with tourists.

(In fact, if you’ll allow me a moan, the whole place is a bit too bloody popular with tourists; it was very crowded almost everywhere we went, with lots of tour groups from the big cruise lines. A prime example of tourism being ruined by tourists.)

One lovely place in this street is the Joalharia de Carmo, which specialises in filigree work.

There’s a filigree staircase being built in gold as an ongoing project

and we could watch specialist filigree work being done there.

At one end of the Rua das Flores is the Sao Bento railway station, which is quite an edifice.

Inside it is (a) fantastically decorated and (b) incredibly crowded (which in fairness is because most of the crowds of people were gawping at the decor, not catching trains).

The final two photographs above show major scenes from Portugal’s history – a chivalric showdown in 1140 at Valdevez, when Afonso Henriques defeated his cousin Alfonso VII of Leon and Castille and secured the independence of Portugal from Spain; and the wedding of King John I and Philippa of Lancaster in 1387, something that cemented the Britain-Portugal alliance. The entire display of around 20,000 tiles was designed and hand-painted by master artist Jorge Colaço over 11 years between 1905 and 1916.

Another significant building nearby is the Clérigos church with its landmark tower.

The Church and Tower are part of an 18th century construction commissioned by the Brotherhood of Clerics, and today house a museum and a space for exhibitions and other events.

One of the most popular Things To See in Porto is the bookshop, Livrari Lello.

It is globally renowned for its breathtaking Art Nouveau and Gothic Revival architecture. Founded in 1906, it features a magnificent crimson winding staircase, intricate wooden carvings, and a stunning stained-glass ceiling. It also has a big queue, for which one has to buy timed entry tickets,

which is why I’m not bringing you any photographs of this stunning sight.

As well as too many bloody tourists, another affliction of Porto that I find a bit annoying is the profusion of street musicians. As soon as you get anywhere near an area popular with tourists you’re bound to fall over someone doing his or her own karaoke. Some of the musicians are actually quite good, but the place is noisy enough as it is without this extra noise pollution. We came across one signal exception to this, near the bookshop.

A charming and eccentric chap was winding the organ, which was decorated with some live doves, and nursing a couple of chickens, who occasionally clucked as a sort of informal percussion department. It was a sort of Magic Roundabout moment – lovely.

After this peregrination around the city, we walked back towards the river, past an area which gave us a good view back over Vila Nova de Gaia.

It’s a bit difficult to see in the photo above, but there are various significant names above many of the buildings shown here – Fonseca, Taylor’s and Sandeman among them. These are among the Port houses that crowd the banks of the river. There are no Port houses in Porto itself; historically the taxes were too high, and the atmospheric conditions not so good for the wine, so they all set up on the south side, in Vila Nova.

On the river, near the bank, you can see a few of the original boats that used to bring the barrels down the river – they are museum pieces now, but others like them are now in use for river cruises.

Our walk back took us past the statue of Henry the Navigator (famous son of John I and Philippa of Lancaster),

and the house in which he was born.

The riverside area – The Ribeira – is another place that’s very popular with tourists and wandering minstrels who refuse to wander off,

but it’s undeniably attractive

and gives a great view of the Luis I bridge.

We completed the walk back to the hotel over the lower level of the bridge. At the far end there was a bit of a buzz, and it centred around a lad who was threatening to jump.

It appears that this is a fairly normal thing; he whipped the crowd up into something approaching a minor frenzy and then signally failed to make an impressive leap when he jumped.

The hotel lift was handy for getting us back to our room. After our time with Claudia, we lunched at the hotel and then pottered round a couple of the sights we’d passed in the morning. There was one more thing to be done, which was to go up to the balcony outside the monastery to see the sunset. Sunset was due at about 1940, so we went up about half an hour beforehand to find that

the same idea had occurred to a lot of others, too. As we waited for the sunset we listened to the inevitable strolling musician (who was reasonably good, to be fair). Jane noticed a good shot that summed things up rather.

The railings were very crowded, but it was possible to squeeze though and take a few photos. It was a pleasant but not epic sunset,

and we eventually left and walked back to the hotel through the somewhat party atmosphere that had developed on this Friday night – a nice buzz to walk through.

We have a full day at leisure tomorrow (yay!). We will (obviously) go for a walk around, but you’ll have to come back to these pages to find out what it was that we walked to.

Initial wanderings in Lisbon

Saturday 22 August 2026 – An 0830 taxi to the airport should be fine, shouldn’t it? This should enable us to get up at a reasonable hour after a good night’s sleep, have a bite of breakfast, maybe a coffee and get ourselves ready to leave via a symphony of organised activities just as the taxi draws up outside.

As if!

We ended up getting to sleep far too late, getting up a bit too early and still having about half an hour’s wait for the taxi. Time, of course, drags during that half hour and allows the double angst of worrying that the taxi won’t arrive whilst frantically wondering if there’s anything we’ve forgotten. Apart from that, the morning went well.

The taxi did turn up, of course, and we had a pretty much uneventful transit through Heathrow Terminal 2, on to a TAP flight and on to Lisbon. There were the usual trials – no leg room, some children who were very noisy at times (though, to be fair, quiet on the flight), and a source of particular aggravation for me in the shape of a teenager sitting next to me who insisted on watching a film on his phone with the volume up. I’d hoped the noise of the engines might drown it out, but just enough tinny sound made it through to make it rather annoying without being so egregious that I felt able to do more than give him One Of My Looks, which he never even noticed, far less ignored.

I had been concerned about queues on arrival at Lisbon because of the new EU Entry Exit System, but actually my fears were entirely unfounded. There were loads of the new kiosks available and working, so getting the photo and fingerprint business done was very swift. What surprised me a little was that we still had to go through the e-gates after we’d done that, but all was well, and our bags were numbers 32 and 34 off the aeroplane when they turned up at the carousel.

Our driver was waiting for us and whisked us in to downtown Lisbon, where we’re staying at the Turim Hotel. We had a bit of an awkward time at check-in as the hotel were expecting us to pay for the room whereas we’d expected it to be prepaid. Jane contacted Caroline at Walk The Camino, but the only resolution was for us to stump up the funds on the assumption that some kind of resolution will enable us to get the money back at some stage. Apart from that, the hotel room seems perfectly OK, if a bit cramped and gloomy. We’re not expecting to spend a lot of time in it anyway.

The room did feature a kettle (hurrah!) but only plastic milk in little pots (boo!); a trip to the bar got us some proper milk so we could refresh ourselves with Twinings finest Earl Grey. Having done that, we went for a walk. Obviously.

The hotel’s location is excellent – close to the cathedral and the main square and a 15-minute walk from the Castle – a great base for exploring, We have a guided walking tour booked for the morrow, but thought it would be interesting to wander up (and, this being Lisbon, up is an operative word here) to the cathedral and remind ourselves about it. I can remember seeing the outside on previous visits, but can’t actually remember if we went in. Anyway, the walk there showed us a few of Lisbon’s characteristics: some very attractive tiling;

some other appealing decorative touches to some buildings;

some amazing façades;

and a very funky selection of taxis and tour operators.

The cathedral is very difficult to photograph; one ends up quite considerably downhill when trying to capture the front, standing on a tramway with trams and other traffic bearing down at speed,

but I captured the above without serious injury and we went inside. Doing this provided further evidence that we’d not been inside before, as one of the options on offer on entering (and paying for your ticket) is to go up to the museum, and I’m sure we’d never done that. So, up we went, and got a great view of the main interior of the church.

Behind us at this point was the enormous stained glass window, which we got a good close view of. I took another picture from further away, down in the body of the church, to give better perspective

but this doesn’t do justice to the close encounter we got at the closer quarters. The museum has got all sorts of religious bits and pieces, but the most impressive area is the Treasury, a room that is very lavishly appointed. I couldn’t get a photo angle that captured the room, but it has a beautiful ceiling

and some very fine tiling and artwork.

As you can see from the photo of the interior, the church has a long and relatively narrow nave, with many chapels off to the side. The sum total makes for a very large and imposing building and some of the chapels are lovely. There’s one with a very arresting display in it.

It’s a very elaborate nativity scene,

rendered in astonishing detail.

There’s also a baptistry that features some wonderful tiling work.

Having visited the cathedral, we walked the short distance back towards the hotel, which took us past numerous restaurants, so we stopped in at one, Taberna Moderna, which looked appealing.  The food was very good, but the drinks selection was a bit bizarre. We ended up having a cherry-flavoured caipirinha, as they had no gin or tonic. It was tasty, but bizarre. There was too much food, so we had a short walk after dinner to settle it down a bit, and strolled along to Rua Augusta, which was labelled a “notable” street. It’s the one which leads up from the well-known arch at at the top of the main square, Praça do Comércio.

It being Saturday night, it was all full of people, so we didn’t hang about but headed back to the hotel. We did pass an exceedingly niche shop there, though.

Every shelf is crammed full – appropriately with tins of sardines in all manner of different sauces and guises. A remarkable place.

Back at the hotel, Jane relaxed while I started the process of discovering a photo workflow based around the tablet rather than the laptop I customarily have with me, It’s going to take some refining, but it would appear to be reasonably effective. Proper editing of the photos will have to wait until we get home and I can get back to my beloved DxO Photolab, but I hope I’ll be able to work work with what I brought with me.

Tomorrow, Carlos, our guide, will spend some time showing us around Lisbon and we hope to see perhaps some of the less well-celebrated aspects of the city. Come back tomorrow to see what it is we saw.

 

The Full Nelson

Monday 2 March 2026 – Most tourists travellers arriving on the South Island at Picton* and looking to explore it tend to choose between two common itinerary options: head south to Kaikoura and Christchurch, then down the east coast; or head west to Nelson, Abel Tasman and then down the west coast. We are doing neither of these; or possibly both, depending on how you look at these things. We certainly wanted to visit Kaikoura and Christchurch, but equally we didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to meet Eve and Bill again. That’s why we included Mārahau. Our day with Eve and Bill was lovely, but we had one more day before we had to move on, so Jane did her usual traveller incantations, seeking to magic up something interesting for us to do. As ever, she did an outstanding job and we ended up spending the day around the city of Nelson, about an hour’s drive away, doing a couple of things that would be considered standard for us, but also a couple that wouldn’t.

As a great example of a non-standard activity for seasoned travellers such as Jane and me (modestly polishes nails on Rohan fleece), this does not immediately come to mind.

“Yes!” I never thought we’d cry, “let’s visit a peanut butter factory!”

But we did. And it was splendid fun.

Pic’s Peanut Butter is named after the founder Bruce “Pic” Picot. You can read why he got into Peanut Butter here, but rest assured that he is a Peanut Butter nut. He reckons his product is the best in the world; in New Zealand, the company’s market share is 41%, so there’s credibility in what he says, though Manilife might have a word or two to say on the matter. Whatever, he has created a factory which is also a retail and education centre, which offers tours, so Jane snagged a couple of tickets for us and we set off with plenty of time to get there for an 1130 tour. (Courtesy of a hallucination on the part of our TomTom satnav, we arrived just in time and panting only slightly.)

The tour is hosted by a very lively lady called Tania,

who spent about 20 minutes explaining all things peanut butter. She started with talking about where in the world Pic’s does business, and then invited the guests on the tour to place a red star where they were from. It was quite the international audience.

She then explained about the peanuts (not a nut, but a legume, as any fule kno). They use only hi-oleic nuts, a special variety only grown in a few places round the world; theirs come from South America. Hi-oleic nuts contain a higher percentage of oleic acid, a monounsaturated fat, than regular peanuts and have lower saturated and polyunsaturated fat levels; this means they are healthier, and no additional oils are added during the production. The nuts arrive naked, having been shelled and stripped when picked, and then go into a roaster

before heading to the grinder.  Crunchy peanut butter is ground once, smooth twice, and a little salt is added before the butter heads to the various bottling lines. They also make a consistency between the two, which they call “smoochy”.

We were lucky to see the lines in action, as at midday the factory floor emptied – lunch break, presumably. Tania gave us 15 or so minutes to wander the upper floor, where we could, for example, see the original roaster that Pic used when he started as a cottage industry – a stainless steel concrete mixer, with a gas burner underneath!

There are plenty of info boards about the company and the products (natch) but also some with some very left-field assertions.

  • Peanut butter is useful in removing obstinately sticky labels
  • Frying a blob of peanut butter removes fried fish smells from your kitchen
  • Pic’s peanut butter catches 20% more pests than any other brand, so it’s popular for trapping and removing invasive creatures

There’s also an opportunity for people to make their own peanut butter – on the Peanut Butter Bicycle! Your intrepid reporter had a go.

Then it was time for a tasting session

and the group got samples of normal and chocolate peanut butter to taste – and also a combination we’d never come across before and which intrigued Jane greatly: salt and pepper peanut butter.

Tania made sure our tour was fun and engaging, and we left with two free jars of the product. Since we were down to our last few dozen teabags of Twinings Finest Earl Grey (uh-oh!), we called in at a passing Woolworth’s to restock, and look what else we found!

A peanut butter factory is deffo a left-field activity, and Jane had found something else somewhat unusual and maybe unexpected in a New Zealand provincial city:

The Nelson Classic Car Museum. This was amazing – the museum has over 150 classic cars on display and wandering among them is a wonderful experience. If you like that sort of thing, of course. There are various halls and sections within halls:

Vintage and veteran cars by the entrance

The Jaguar display…

…including the Mark 10, a favourite of mine

Classic American cars…

In a classic American setting

English classics in an English setting

Classic sports cars

There are some unusual cars among them

A rear-engined Chevrolet

The DeLorean

Not just any old Reliant Regal

and one that had a special nostalgia for me: a Wolseley 6/110. Dad had one of them, back in the 1960s.

I’m also taken by bonnet ornaments:

Such fun!

Also: photographic nerdery alert! Here’s a great example of how phones can be better than dedicated cameras. Between two of the halls were some display cases with model cars – Dinky, Corgi, Matchbox, that sort of thing. Photographing the cases with a normal camera was basically impossible because of the reflections. However, I knew of a mobile phone trick, so I took a picture with my phone.

The Special Power that I knew about was that there’s a facility within the phone’s own Gallery app called “remove reflections”. The power of this is quite remarkable, achievable with a single edit.

(I have used photo processing software as well, but that is to present correct horizontals and verticals (thank you DxO for PhotoLab with Viewpoint), something my phone can’t match.)

After these two activities, it was time to do some more conventional things.  So we went for a walk. Obviously.

We didn’t have a huge amount of time, but there was a handy hike up a hill just outside Nelson, with the prospect of a decent view over the city, so we headed to the start. It has an unusual destination,

and is a short but steep hike up a decent path.

In the interests of providing data (and, at the same time, demonstrating how I suffer for you), I measured the slope at 15° at its steepest point. That’s one in six by one way of looking at it, or 1 in 4 if you’re a mathematician and understand trig. In practical terms, we ascended 127 metres vertical in one kilometre, in a place called the Botanical Reserve. On the way up we could see that the view was likely to be rather good

and indeed it was.

 

There’s a monument there

with a needle pointing at a plaque.

It’s not really the Centre of New Zealand – that actually lies about 50km south west, on a golf course – but it was used as the central point for surveys in the 1800s.

The final visit of the day was to the cathedral; we’re not religious but we do like churches.

It has an impressive frontage

and a calm interior

distinguished by some spectacular modern stained glass.

We noticed, on exiting the cathedral, a plaque whose longevity might be cut severely short in the coming days or weeks….

One thing that is (literally and figuratively) striking about the cathedral is its spire, which we didn’t get a good view of. Since I didn’t bring my drone, I borrowed footage from a screen that was on display inside.

Many thanks to Make The Grade for the image. Lovely video, guys.

So that was our day in Nelson – a very unusual and very good one it was, too. The only thing for it then was to head back to our accommodation and test out that salt and pepper peanut butter. It’s very peppery; in our view it needs a bit more salt. It goes very well with jam or with tomatoes, which is apparently Pic’s favourite.

Tomorrow we leave Abel Tasman and head over the hills and, well, not very far away; we’ll get back to Picton and then head south to Kaikoura, thus getting on to the usual eastern route southwards. We have some interesting accommodation booked in Kaikoura…

 

*  Jane has just read that severe winds have resulted in the cancellation of InterIslander ferries today and probably tomorrow as well. My heart goes out to those people affected by this, as the ferries are fully booked and it’s difficult to know what the travel options would be under these circumstances. Gosh, we were lucky.

*  And let’s hope our luck continues to hold. We’re due to fly back via Dubai in three weeks’ time….