Sunday 6 September 2026 – Rest day over and we moved on today, so we had to get our bags down to reception by 0800 for their collection. Having done that, it seemed a good idea to have breakfast, after which we had plenty of time to spare. Our bags were headed to Quinta da Cortiça, some 25km away, and the information we had told us that check-in started at 4pm. Google Maps told us that it was an oasis in the desert – it was in the middle of the countryside with no other buildings anywhere near. Turning up at midday might thus be the start of a long and dull wait, so we amused ourselves in Tomar until it was time to whistle up an Uber. Much of this amusement consisted of lounging in the hotel lounge and having our third Nice Lunch on the trot, but we weren’t entirely hedonistic, as there was a speicific church to visit, and also Jane had found a mystery activity for us. Read on to find out what that was.
The church in question was the one at which there had been a wedding going on when we visited yesterday and it would have been poor form to intrude on that beyond the single grab shot I took from the door. We got there today at about 9.45, and – there was a service going on – well it is Sunday –

so fossicking about would again have raised eyebrows among the faithful. We went and found a spot in the shade, from where we got a view of the sunny side of the building

which included, we noted, a five-point star in the circular window above the altar. We waited for about 15 minutes and, bang on 10am, the church emptied so that we could go in to search for what we were interested in. The church, Igreja de Santa Maria do Olival, has special significance for the Knight Templars; while the Fortress/Charola was the physical operational and military headquarters of the Order in the country, this Church was effectively the seat of the Order’s institutional, ecclesiastical and canonical identity in Portugal. It served as a necropolis for the masters of the Order and was formally the mother church of all the Templar/Order of Christ churches in Portugal and in the subsequently discovered territories of Asia, Africa and America.
So, when it was quiet

we went in. You can make out the five-point star window at the back. The shape was significant to the Templars – five points representing the five wounds of Christ.
Going into the church, it was not obvious where the various remnants were, so we asked, and were pointed at the second chapel in on the right. Even then things weren’t clear beyond a sort of roll call,

but eventually we clocked the various items of significance on the chapel wall.

The 12th-century medieval funerary slab (epitaph) of Dom Gualdim Pais, the fourth Grand Master of the Knights Templar in Portugal and founder of the city of Tomar

The commemorative plaque placed by the people of Tomar in 1895, to mark the 7th centenary of the death of Gualdim Pais

The medieval Latin epitaph of Dom Lourenço Martins, the 18th and final Master of the Knights Templar in Portugal
We also noted this tomb embedded n the main chapel of the church.

The Renaissance tomb of D. Diogo Pinheiro (1437–1526)—the first Bishop of Funchal and Vicar General of the Order of Christ
We also found a real live Tabuleiro, as used (you remember, of course) in the famous four-yearly Festa dos Tabuleiros (Festival of the Trays). It is absolutely enormous and how any maiden could balance that on her head is frankly beyond me.

Finding these items, and getting a selo for our credentiales, made the visit very worthwhile, so, satisfied, we headed off to the mystery location that Jane had discovered. En route, we passed first a really very substantial antiques/bric-a-brac market

and then two more bits of the ubiquitous Templar branding: a mural

and the town hall square,

where the branding guys have really gone to town with the Templar motif in the walkway paving.
The mystery destination was just by the town hall square.
Of all the things I would not have expected to find in the home of the Knights Templar and the Order of Christ, pretty much at the top of the list would be a Matchbox Museum. Not just any old Matchhbox museum, but Europe’s largest, with more than 43,000 matchboxes from over 120 countries. Obvs we took a load of photos. Here are a few.
If you have a couple of minutes to spare, you can watch this walk through, which might give you an idea of how bogglingly many boxes there are.
So the whole morning was rather a wheeze, and a very satisfactory coda to our time in the city.
By the time we’d had lunch, we experienced the first real evidence of surge pricing when we went to whistle up our Uber – the price had doubled, presumably because it was Sunday afternoon and we wanted to go out into the boondocks. I’m not complaining, by the way, just commenting. We had to wait 20 minutes for a car, but in the end had a comfortable ride to Quinta da Cortiça, arriving shortly after 4pm, having once again witnessed what some of the walking conditions would have been like, in 32°C heat and pitiless sunshine.

The Quinta really is in the middle of nowhere, but we were made welcome by Maria, who rather surprised us by asking if we wanted a room each. Somehow or other a double booking had been created and one of them hadn’t been cancelled. Jane and I are still talking to each other (not a given, reading about some other people’s holiday experiences) so once the situation had been clarified (thank you, WhatsApp), we went to our room to relax for the rest of the day.
Being actually on the Caminho route, the place is set up for pilgrims, with some dormitory-style accommodation, plus a block of three new private rooms – of which we had one, obvs. The view from our room was lovely,

and the place has a lounge and kitchen (with a fridge! and milk provided!)


They offer a pilgrim’s dinner, which we didn’t participate in, having had our Nice Lunch, and breakfast is laid out the night before, with bread arriving at 6am each day. This makes an early, but breakfasted, departure easy, for we plan to grasp the nettle and actually walk the 19km to our next destination, Ansião. I’m conscious that these pages appear under the title of “Walking the Caminho Português” so I reckon I’ll feel better once we’re doing that rather than taking Uber rides. If we start at 6am or very soon thereafter, we might be able to arrive before the temperature reaches 30°C; and there appears to be at least one place to rest and take a coffee en route. So: wish us luck. I’ll report back. If I’m spared.






















































