It’s a warm and sunny day. I do all my washing in the morning, collect firewood and sit in the sun and read. After having campfire baked potatoes for lunch I take a walk into town. I ask about the bus to Lisbon, which leaves at 9am each morning. I get some shopping at the store. When I get to our camp Paul and Craig are about to go fishing and invite me along, as Paul has a spare fishing road. I hadn’t been fishing since I was in Australia, 8 years ago, and was intrigued about how I would enjoy it. I don’t like fish, and rarely eat it, so I concluded I wouldn’t each anything that was caught.
Paul drove down to the harbour. We found a spot and got fishing. Paul declared a competition of Cornwall (Craig and I) against The Rest of the World (Paul). Well Craig and I caught loads of fish, and Paul not so many. In fact I think I may have caught the most. I really enjoyed fishing. It was the first time I had used live prawns and snails as bait, which was weird at first. We didn’t catch anything big enough to keep. I realise that I should have bought an old fishing road of mine. Oh well….
We get pizza on the way back. After Craig and I ordered ours we went and had a beer in an old school bar across the road. The many old guy clientele were watch a football mach on the TV; a Basque team I think as their flag was present in the crowds. The old guy behind the bar offered no smiles, but the beer was only €0.90 each.
Today has been one of the days of my trip. Many days of the last few weeks have been boring, cold and wet when not cold. Hopefully tomorrow will be as warm.
