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Portugal-4
Almograve to Zambujeira do Mar - 16th March 2023
Tried for an early start this morning to get ahead of the Usuals, a group of fellow walkers it seems. These are; the American couple and their grown-up son, the two butch German lesbians, the Yout with the wispy beard and the two English a bit younger than me – not a huge ping on the gaydar, might just be creatives – with their grey man buns under their fedoras.
Anyway, the sun was just up, the smell of brine in the air, the birds were singing, all was right with the world.
Had to pass them all again though, then thought, I need to get a handle on this. Caught up with a woman then slowed down for a bit to see if she would stop – took her ages – then discovered it was the cow that dared point me in the right direction yesterday. WTF does she think I do without her. I blame the parents. One or more of them were micro-managing, constantly nagging - under the guise of ‘just being helpful’ - fuckwits. How fucking dare she say to me, ‘The path goes that way,’ in her fucking Valley accent. Insert appropriate rage imojo for me.
