After Picota the path drops down and it was here I met my first backpacker walking the Via Algarviana but in the opposite direction to me and complete with guitar. After walking along a brook and managing to cross in a few places without getting wet, the path joined a river, shaded by Mimosa trees with sprays of yellow flowers. The path then climbed through wooded hills. The final part had good views although the wide bulldozed roads (firebreaks?) did detract from the beauty a bit. Whoever planned the route made sure it went over every possible hill so I arrived at my hotel (Residential Vila Sodre) on the outskirts of Silves somewhat tired and too late in the evening to explore the fortifications I could see in the town.
Chicken piri piri tonight at the Cross of Portugal entertained by a British man on the adjacent table telling his relatives (including a little Portuguese grandma) how awful his son was.
Picota
I took this to be a crocus
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