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Day 14 – from Condeixa to Coimbra: a full-on day

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Thursday 10 September 2026 – Long Post Alert!!!

Our destination today was the University city of Coimbra, some 20km away – about 5 hours’ walk. As before, we decided to leave very early so that we would mostly be walking before the worst heat of the day. As before, we got out of the hotel at around 0625 when, as before, they turned the streets lights off with a click at 0630, which meant photographing this statue gave rise to a less than satisfactory result.

Before we left for Portugal, I (as so many others) had been re-reading The Odyssey by Homer, with its frankly tedious repetitions about rosy fingered dawn. But you kind of get the idea when you see it for yourself.

We walked along the road out of Condeixa, past this house with its neat kitchen garden,

this impressively-tiled shrine,

and a goat

before reaching the outskirts of the small town of Cernache, where we passed a very engaging alojamento catering for pilgrims on their way either to Fatima or Santiago – Casa Amazonia. We first noticed the ducks  and geese

and then the place itself, which is remarkably architected.

One assumes it’s run by person or persons from South America, probably Brazil. Uniquely decorated, it was.

As we headed into the village, it seemed that the trail was going in every direction except the one we needed it to, which is, of course, northwards. At one stage we were squinting into the rising sun; at others it was behind us

and providing views across a countryside over which the sun had yet to burn away the overnight mist.

Walking into Cernache, we passed several instances where the scale of things seemed to have got out of kilter: a picnic table set up that would seat an entire banquet;

and a row of houses with enormously tall and thin doors.

We got to the town’s main drag

with a plan that said we would get coffee at a bar at the far end of the street. As we walked along, we saw a few people in yellow hi-vis tabards and Jane thought she saw the word “Fatima” written on the back of them. There were a couple outside our coffee stop

but that, it turns out, was because there wasn’t room inside for them because of all the other buggers in yellow hi-vis.

Bloody pilgrims, eh?

In the face of this queue we backtracked through the town to where I thought we’d seen another place open, and had coffee there, though their selection of pastry was limited. Even after we got going again, the town was still crawling with yellow hi-vis;

how they’re going to get on as a pilgrimage group that large is anybody’s guess, but good luck to them. I suppose.

After the town, our track went off the road

and on to a forestry track, which we followed for quite some distance. We passed a mystery object

which (if Google Lens is to be believed) is an air release valve, part of a water supply system that allows air that has built up in water pipes to be released to avoid blockage (just like bleeding a radiator). One area was lined with notices

announcing an area reserved for the training of hunting dogs. Apparently (according to ChatGPt, anyway) hunting is likely for anything from songbirds through wild rabbits to boar and deer, though I can’t see dogs being much help for hunting songbirds.

We followed an undulating path, occasionally rough underfoot,

and, as we got high in the hills, passed a lonely goatherd.

As we walked along, we could hear an unearthly grinding and squealing, which got louder and louder; but we could see no machinery that might be making such a noise. Eventually we sussed the source;

the anemometers on top of the pylon. I’ve never come across this before.

Emerging from the track onto the road, we had one of those inevitable Caminho-type route characteristics; if there’s a choice of route, the Caminho always goes uphill.

We toiled up the hill – one of several non-trivial and rather unexpected uphill pulls on the day – to get a nice view in the general direction of, but not including, Coim9bra’s centre.

We had been quite high up and therefore now had to go down again (under, not on, the motorway, I’m glad to say) and we saw that there had once been an aqueduct, the Macomboa Aqueduct.

It seemed to me to be a commentary on modern life that The Powers That Be had prioritised the flow of traffic over the flow of water, but actually it never worked because of design errors, and was anyway partially destroyed by Napoleon’s troops, so cutting a road through it didn’t cause any ructions.  We walked close enough to get quite a good look at it.

before heading into the area called Santa Clara, where, after another couple of kilometres, we got our first clear view of the centre of Coimbra.

On our route down into Coimbra centre, we passed one of the City’s significant buildings that we particularly wanted to explore, the Mosteiro de Santa Clara-a-Nova, the new monastery of Santa Clara (to which the ill-fated aqueduct had originally been intended to supply water).

The old monastery had been founded in the early 14th century near the river Mondego by Queen Isabel of Portugal, wife of King Dinis I. The queen was greatly admired during and after her life for her pious and generous nature, and was canonised in the 17th century. Queen/Saint Isabel was a great admirer of Santa Clara (who was inspired by St. Francis of Assisi and who founded the “Poor Clares”, a mendicant order of nuns who lived in extreme poverty and almost complete isolation), and hence dedicated the monastery to Santa Clara. Unfortunately the monastery was prone to flooding, being too near the river; a new monastery was built in the 17th and 18th Century to replace the old one, and all the nuns as well as the Gothic tombs of Queen Elizabeth and other royal princesses were transferred to the new monastery, therefore called “Santa Clara-a-Nova”.

All this history was vouchsafed to us by a nice young man who gave us a short, erm, briefing about the place once we’d bought tickets. Inside, the place is very impressive, albeit not well lit.

At the altar end is a statue of Santa Clara and the silver tomb constructed for Queen Isabel.

The silver tomb contains her “uncorrupted” body, transferred from her original stone tomb, which is also housed in the building.

Along the side of the tomb we see above are representations of kings and queens; on the other, of Poor Clares. There’s a reliquary containing various pieces, including a pendant

which contains a hair from the Queen.

The monastery also has a very fine cloister.

Moving on from the new monastery towards the city centre, we passed the ruins of the old one.

Ironically, the crane you can see apparently poking out of its roof is actually on the site of the new monastery.

To get to the city centre, one crosses the river Mondego, and this gives a very fine view of the university hill.

We would get to the university later in the day, but first we had to get to our hotel, via a few Things To See.

We passed many handsome buildings as we headed for our hotel,

a couple of significant murals,

and the church of Santiago,

which, despite its imposing façade, is very plain inside.

Another very imposing building is the Santa Cruz monastery.

inside which is some very impressive tiling

and an even more impressive organ. No sniggering at the back there!

In the main chapel at the far end

lie the tombs of the first two kings of Portugal. One can get close to them by paying €5 and entering via the Sacristy, which now does service as an art gallery.

Out the back is another very fine cloister.

whose walls feature some lovely tiling.

Having spent time in these fine buildings, we hied ourselves to our hotel in time for the Assignation I mentioned in my previous entry. This was with a lady, Jessica, with whom I worked in my days as a Tech PR flack, and who has now moved to live in Portugal. It was lovely to meet her again and catch up, and also to be the beneficiaries of her special powers: she knows where to buy Twinings finest Earl Grey tea, something that has been beyond us ever since we arrived in Portugal. The lovely lady brought many, many teabags with her, possibly even enough to see us out for the rest of our time in the Iberian peninsula. A wonderful side-effect of a very pleasant re-encounter.

Jessica sadly had to leave us after only an hour or so, but our time in Coimbra was not done, oh dear me no. We still had to go and explore the University, which has a significant history.

Coimbra is one of Portugal’s oldest cities. It was an important Roman settlement (Aeminium), later became a Moorish stronghold, and after the Christian Reconquest in 1064 grew into a major medieval city – it even served as Portugal’s capital in the 12th–13th centuries.
Its university was founded in 1290 as the Estudo Geral (“General Study”), by royal charter of King Dinis – initially based in Lisbon, not Coimbra. Over the next two centuries it shuttled back and forth between the two cities four times (the name stayed the same throughout; only its location changed) before finally settling permanently in Coimbra in 1537, based in the old royal palace on the hill above the city. It became the country’s only university for centuries and a center of Portuguese intellectual and legal life, with a distinctive academic culture (black capes, fado de Coimbra, and its own traditions separate from Lisbon’s). The historic campus and library (the ornate Joanina Library) were named a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 2013.

Operative words in that description are “hill” and “above”, so we steeled ourselves for something of a climb. And, I have to say, it’s a bugger. You toil a way up a steep street, and then have to climb 114 really very chunky steps. Then, oh goodness me, a little more walking up a steep street and

another 77 of the bloody things. We had to get to the top of these by 6pm, as this was our timed entry into the hallowed halls of The Library, which is the only part of the university which imposes this restriction. We waited a few minutes outside, and then were allowed inside to… wait a little more. The rooms we waited in were part of the University Prison – at one time it ran its own judiciary. Then we were let into the Intermediate Floor which features – surprise! – a lot of books.

The final stage of this rather po-faced exercise was to let us in – ten minutes only! – to the Noble Floor, with a strict verboten on taking photos or video. Absolutely not, you inderstand?

It’s very opulently appointed (although badly lit, hence the poor quality of the photos above) and I suppose is quite impressive, although I couldn’t, obvs, spend time with carefully composed shots to show you. The stricture on taking photos really annoyed me, as I could see no good reason for it – our time slot was for only a small group so it’s not as if there would be a forest of selfie sticks and mobile phones. That’s why I thought “sod ’em” and took a couple of illicit shots – and I was not the only one doing this, by the way.

Apparently bats live in some hidden nook or other on this floor and are welcome, as they control insects which would otherwise damage the books. Before the bats come out at night, cloth has to be laid on all the tables for their protection. The tables, not the bats.

One exits from the Library visit on to the main square.

and thence you can visit other parts of the University, if you have bought entry tickets, which, of course, Jane had ensured we had with us. The first room we visited was St. Michael’s Chapel, which one enters by knocking on the door and waiting to be let in. But it’s worth it.

There’s another stupendous organ (hush, now!) and a remarkable Eucharistic Throne.

It’s also possible to step inside the Royal Palace to see rooms such as the Armoury

and the Great Hall of Acts

which used to be the throne room of the Royal Palace and is now the scene for a variety of high academic processes. Its ceiling, like so many we’ve seen today, is astonishing.

The route back down from the Royal Palace to the main square takes one past a handy view of the city’s fortress cathedral

which time didn’t permit us to see inside; but we reackon we’d given the major buildings of the city centre a pretty good showing, so hightailed it back to the hotel…

… in time to go straight to bed, because we needed to make another early start the next day to, once again, beat the heat. But I’ve taken up quite enough of your time for the moment, so I’ll tell you all about the next leg of our Caminho some other time.

 

 

Suceviţa – a long walk to a dramatic reveal

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Friday 26 September 2025 – The day dawned bright and cold. Accuweather swore blind that the temperature hit freezing point overnight, but promised termperatures into double figures – just – by the end of a sunny day. We decided to head out on today’s walk at around 10am and headed down to breakfast, which, as yesterday was ample and tasty. The hotel is really quite large, as evidenced by the fact that they had a 50-strong coach party in on the day we arrived. However, they departed (praise be) and for at least one of the nights we’ve stayed here we were the only guests, which is a slightly weird experience. The staff seem to number about four, which is fine if you’re the only guests, but I hope they’re going to gear up a bit for the tours which we were told they’re expecting over the coming days. The hotel is a bit dowdy, but the food has been very good and the service very friendly, if not really Anglophone in any real sense of the word. English she is not spoke so very much in the hotel, but smiling, nodding and pointing at things kept our use of Google Translate to a minimum.

Leaving breakfast, we were accosted by a gent, speaking French, who asked us if we were headed to Casa Felicia. We were, and it turned out that he was the proprietor and had come to pick up our bags, so we quickly went and got them for him.

Our destination today was in Suceviţa, a walk of anything between 16 and 18km, depending on whose information you consulted. All sources, however, were united in setting expectations – a gentle rise and fall, but with a steep lump in the middle. Garmin plotted the course like this.

Using the Garmin data, ChatGPT told me that the gradient in the Lump was a stretch of one kilometre up a slope of one in six – quite steep. So one possible course of action would have been to be given a lift with our bags. But we squared our shoulders and headed forth on foot.

The route was described in our information as “the monk’s path” between the monasteries of Putna and Suceviţa. It was also on an established route, the Via Transylvanica. A fellow hiker (and subscriber to these pages), Ian, tells me that this is a 1500km hike across Romania, which he was now contemplating doing in a mere two months, a feat well beyond Jane and me. It’s exceedingly, possibly even excessively, well-marked

and these marks are accompanied by others, too.

Various searches suggest that the “m” is for “monastery” – specifically an indication of the route to the Suceviţa monastery. So that was encouraging. We saw the blue plus sign a lot as well, but I haven’t managed to find out which route it was the waymark code for. Whatever, the route led out of town on a concrete road

which led past kilometre posts for the Via Transylvanica.

Jane found out that there would be one of these approximately every kilometre, each with its own artwork on it, so we have a lot of photos of them; take it from me, they were there.

Soon, the concrete road turned into a forest track

but there continued to be facilities set up for people walking the route

although some needed a little attention, maybe.

Forest track it may have been, but it still led past posh properties with their own posh portals

and posh fences.

The going got wilder

and it was clear that there was a huge amount of logging traffic along the track. There was also evidence of horse traffic (we saw one cart being used to transport chopped up logs), and one could see from the hoofprint that the horseshoes actually had spikes to help with traction.

The heavy logging traffic meant that the going was quite muddy at times, and the track gradually increased in steepness as we went along;

There were watch towers at intervals,

we guessed to be able to look out for fires during the dry seasons. We also learned the Romanian for “Buen Camino”.

Eventually, the gradual increase in steepness became an extreme increase – we’d reached The Lump!

It was very steep in places

but, as you can see from the photos, the going underfoot was OK – not stony, slippery or treacherous, so actually the stiff pull up for the next kilometre was hard work but not at all daunting, as the hike out of Bran had been.

We reached the high point without incident and the track started back down again, at first gently,

and then not gently.

but again the going was largely good, just rather muddy in places, exacerbated by the tyres of the many mountain bikers who clearly use this track for some perverse kind of entertainment. The track levelled out, following the river

and then we reached the other side, where it again became forestry track.

Because we’d done The Exciting Bit, the track became a rather dull slog. Truth be told, the walk as a whole, with the exception of The Lump, was just a walk along a rather unvarying and not very interesting forestry track. But never mind, we’d made it.

Suceviţa, when we got there, was not dissimilar to Putna, in the very attractive houses to be seen.

Some were older and more traditional,

some more modern and ambitious.

Eventually, and to my relief, we reached a coffee bar and stopped for refreshments just outside the principal building in Suceviţa,

the monastery. We’d made good time, and so decided we’d go in and take a look rather than head off immediately to our accommodation. This monastery is different from the previous ones we’d visited in a couple of respects, the most immediate one being that they charge you to go in – 10 lei (about €2) per person. So you pay your money and walk through, and this is what lies within.

 

The outside is painted – we’d reached the first of the Painted Monasteries, which were actually the main reason we’d come all this way. Jane had seen a photo and on the strength of it we’d travelled to see some of these beautifully decorated buildings. The Suceviţa monastery is possibly the finest of them – and it indeed has a beautiful exterior.

Why the difference between this and, say, Putna monastery, which is imposing but plain on the outside? The Putna building predates the others, before the fashion developed to paint the outside. The frescoes of biblical scenes painted on the outside were a source of devotional inspiration to the largely illiterate villagers, and were also a visible declaration of Orthodox faith, resisting pressure from Ottoman, Protestant and Catholic neighbours.

The church is in a beautiful (and well-fortified) courtyard, too.

Going into the church,

past the graffiti of the centuries

you reach an impressive narthex,

which is rapidly followed by photographically a bitter disappointment. Photography inside the church is not allowed and there was a nun of very severe disposition there to enforce the ban. Actually, I could possibly have snuck a phone picture or two, but Jane gave me One Of Her Looks, so I didn’t. I had to content myself to what you can photograph from the door.

I find it ceaselessly annoying to have to pay to enter somewhere, only to find that photography is limited. They have their reasons, I suppose, but that doesn’t make me feel any better about it and it left a sour taste in my mouth.  We tried to find an official book of photos of the inside – one standard tactic of milking the punters – and went into the shop. But the demeanour of the nun there made us feel we were invading her privacy, so we left.  Again, I suppose they have their reasons and want to maintain dignity, but I’d like to think that we were trying to make a contribution and were simply being rebuffed, and not with good grace.

Anyhoo…

We walked the half-kilometre or so to our accommodation and found it to be utterly charming, a green lawn surrounded on three sides by individual traditional houses making up the accommodation.

A guard cat was, as ever, on duty.

Our room looks comfortable and any autumn chill will be dispersed at the hands of its mighty heater.

The lady of the house made us welcome with tea and cake in the family dwelling making up the fourth side of the square. She, like her husband who transferred our bags, speaks French as her second language; this is what they learned at school, although these days English is taught. Jane’s expert French, from having lived in Paris, came in handy, and we established that dinner would be at 7pm, and would be with the other guests of the place. We met two of them in passing; they were two English ladies whom we had actually first seen in Putna, and so we knew we’d have some English conversation at dinner time.

As it happens, the other two guests were English as well, so Julia and Heather, Jeanette and her son Ian and we had a very congenial evening eating the delicious food cooked by Madame, making our way through a bottle of a rather tasty and fairly fiery apple liqueur, and talking mainly about our various travel experiences, both in Romania and elsewhere.

So now you know about the Painted Monasteries and have seen photos of one of them, possibly the most imposing of the lot. Tomorrow, we will be taken to visit another, in Moldovita, which should take up half the day. The other half is unprogrammed; one option is a scramble up a hill to see a view of the Suceviţa monastery from on high, but mere sloth is a possibility, too. We’ll have to see how the day pans out.

 

 

 

Putna II – still damp, but not dreary

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Thursday 25 September 2025 – Once again, the weather was damp, and colder than yesterday, with temperatures in single figures during a rainy morning. Accordingly, we dedicated the morning to full-time sloth, only emerging into the afternoon when things looked a little less bleak, when we went for a walk. Obviously.

Our objective was another monastery in the vicinity, called Sihăstria Monastery. The attentive among you will have noticed a similarity in name with the hermitage we visited yesterday, Chilia Daniil Sihastrul. All will become clear in good time.

Getting to this monastery involved a walk of some 5km.  Our walk took us past MishuCoffee where we again indulged ourselves in a couple of flat whites before heading out of town on a road that took us past the tradesmen’s entrance to the Putna monastery that we’d marvelled at yesterday.

We passed another selection of the attractive cottages one finds here

as we broadly followed the Putna river upstream. We passed a building that in jest I suggested was the local hydro power station and when we got close,

lo and behold, that’s what it was. The Putna river is not, it must be said, in full spate, but there is evidence, in the form of storm drains, that there are times when it’s a powerful flow.

After about 4km, we came to a building which I was sure was the monastery we sought.

I mean, it looks pretty monastic, dontcha think? Google maps swore blind that we had another kilometre to go and, when we drew closer and looked at the other major building on the site,

it became clear that this was a building site, not a monastery. Quite what they’re building we don’t know – there were no signs on view and Google maps remains tight-lipped on the subject. So we walked on, along the road which was now quite muddy in places from all the lorries and other heavy vehicles rumbling along it. We passed a shrine

and then, in the distance, could see our real objective.

See what I mean about the limited flow of the Putna river?

As well as the central monastery building, there were several others to be seen (including a cafe, which came in handy),

including a very cute little churchlet, reminiscent of the stave churches we saw recently in Norway. Initially, I thought it was a modern construction in traditional style, but it is probably older than that – see below.

It was locked, but I managed to get photo of a bit of the interior.

The main buildings of interest on the site, though, were the monastery, of course,

and a neighbouring stone church,

which, like so many places here, had a guard cat on duty.

The stone church is small, but, as is frequently the case in these parts, has a very ornate interior.

Walls and ceilings are covered in devotional images.

supplemented with carved wooden panels.

Aurochs’ Heads, with sun, rose (lower left) and moon, which appear on the Moldavian coat of arms.

There are also beautiful decorative details on the outer walls, including niches with representations of Romanian saints.

Obviously, our main interest was the monastery itself, and, as with the Putna monastery, front porch and narthex

suggested that the interior would be quite something.

I was quite surprised at how light the monastery was inside – others we’d been in had been really gloomy. But this building had windows and, on researching it, this shows that it’s a modern building. A bit of history and terminology follows….

The main building is called the Sihăstria Monastery. “Sihăstria” means “hermitage”, so it’s the Hermitage Monastery. Yesterday’s hermitage was called  Chilia Daniil Sihastrul, which I said was Daniil Silhastru’s hermitage. Actually, Daniil Sihastrul means “Danny the hermit” so a better translation would have been “The cell of Danny the hermit”. I hope that clears up that bit of terminology.

The reason for the Sihăstria Monastery name is because the building is on the site of what was a hermitage in the mid-15th century, with several cells occupied by hermits who wanted even more silence than a monastic life afforded, and a small wooden church. The site’s popularity led to the building of the stone church in 1758 (with the wooden church being moved to the “apple orchard” – this could well be the one pictured further above). The timing was unfortunate as the site fell into disrepair under Austro-Hungarian rule (1775 onwards); the church was closed and the site was deserted for some 200 years. In the 1990s, the hegumen of the Putna monastery began to restore the area and found the tombstones of the area’s original founding fathers, and so restored, redecorated and reconsecrated the stone church. This attracted more monks and the church became too small. So, in the early 2000s, the monastery building we see today was erected. That’s why it’s so light inside – it was built in the Windows era. Thank you. Thank you for reading my joke.

The stone church is reportedly built of “river stone”, presumably the stone which created the remarkable formations we saw by the river on our walk.

It’s clear that the area is being developed. As well as the not-really-a-monastery building we saw earlier, there was a lot of heavy construction traffic along the road, and evidence of heavy work on the verges.

On the walk back to the hotel, we saw a couple of slices of northern Romanian life: a traditional horse and cart;

and a dock fight,

a combination of a dog and cock fight, as farmyard animals noisily settled a dispute.  We also passed an enigmatic building,

the “Panzer Club”, which looks like it was once a place of ill-repute but which now simply looks disused. We stopped by at the mini-mart in the village petrol station and, having drunk the hotel dry of tonic, bought some so that we could indulge ourselves in G&Ts with dinner.

We’ve had a pleasant time in Putna. We’ve been able to relax a bit but still managed to absorb a lot of the culture and history of the area as well as learning something of its Orthodox religious background. And this despite some less-than-optimal weather. However, the weather is once again on the turn. Although summer has, I fear gone for this year, at least the sun is forecast to make a reappearance tomorrow, which is good, since we have an 18km walk tomorrow, involving a rather abrupt and steep lump in the middle. Today we ambled about 12km, which was at least some practice at getting ourselves back into the hiking mindset. Let’s see if we can complete tomorrow’s walk without whinging, eh?