Started our day in the city of Pontevedre. It had a half decent write up in the rough guide but we couldn’t find much to like about it. It was a grey day though and a very grey city which had an air of ‘the morning after the night before’ about it! Plenty of graffiti and empty beer bottles rolling around and even a flea market to add to Guy’s joy!
Back in the van, we travelled around the next headland, where I suggested stopping for lunch, but somehow, suddenly, we were fast approaching the Vigo bridge and on a spaghetti of motorways.
Clinging on to Spain, we decided to follow the river Minho upstream towards Ribadavia. Unfortunately, even though we chose the road closest to the river, we couldn’t see it and the road was a bit boring. I think all the Galician money must be spent around the coastal areas, as here, inland, it seems like everything is either half built or half derelict.
I could tell that Guy was not happy with todays choice of destination, as he started talking about a fly stuck on the windscreen …even inventing its life story! Things didn’t look anymore promising as we approached Ribadavia. What a surprise it was then to find there was a bit of a festival on in this dark little town. The streets opened up into a couple of nice squares with families eating and drinking, and then we came across some live music and a bit of dancing. The singer, dressed in his best almost white vest and tracky bottoms didn’t really look the part but he did have a cracking voice. There was some strange fancy dress to add to the madness, mostly onesies but also a few witches walking around. 😂
Carried on a little further towards Ourense to find some better parking. We are right by the river now and had a lovely walk along the bank. There are bright yellow mimosa trees everywhere but Guy can’t find any willing wildlife to photograph – maybe tomorrow.
Happy Birthday again Dad! 87 years young – save us a bit of cake!
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