Porto; Coimbra; Guimarães
After the Camino it's time to go to Porto, a pre-arranged trip with two of my closest friends from home, and which I quietly spent the last third of the Camino racing towards and worrying I hadn't left enough time. First a flying stop in Vigo (I climb a steep hill to the ruined Napoleonic fort overlooking the city; I take some pictures; I leave with an impression of a pleasantly grubby city, not overburdened with tourists or pretensions - I'd come back). Then onto a rattling international train which looks like it was built in the 70s and has a single blocked toilet. It is a rusty orange colour (train not toilet) and I don't bring enough water for the trip as it somehow passed me by that despite travelling exactly due south, I was also crossing a timezone and it would take an extra hour. We go over several level crossings but in rural Galicia and then Portugal it appears they don't have any better system for making sure nobody is on the rails than for the train to b...
