We cross into Portugal at Tui, to find ourselves on roads of bumpy brick cobbles. There are plenty of police around, carrying radios and other equipment and looking as though they are doing radar checks, but I cannot imagine anybody going over the speed limit on this kind of road. Fortunately there is a good tarmac surface after the first few kilometres.
The main road more or less follows the coast, being bordered on the inland side by mountains. This coastal strip gradually widens and is intensively cultivated by hand for fruit and vegetables which are often sold along the roadside. Donkey and cattle‑drawn carts are not uncommon on the roads, but it seems that only the main highway has a tarmac surface, all other roads were sand or stone.
We find ourselves a quiet beach by which to spend the night, and are watched carefully by a little owl as we go about our evening's business
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