What a crazy day yesterday was. Being near to the railway line we knew the trains weren't running. So this morning Angela checked to see if it would be feasible for us to go into Porto. She had already begun to think it was unlikely. And it was. Today there would be no trains as the result of a planned train strike. Oh well, we had another place we wanted to visit and that was Braga. The fuel station at the supermarket once again operational, we packed up quickly and joined the line. With Margery's tank full, we both felt much happier. We didn't want to set off without filling up for fear of not being able to obtain fuel further on our journey. Keen to make tracks we were on the road by ten. It was already 23c, and we knew we'd be in for another warm day.
Braga was great. Full of history and culture sitting comfortably alongside the modern day. We visited the cathedral, where the vast organ was in the process of being tuned.
The area is busy. Nearly all the vans are French. Since our stay in Seville, we have not seen a UK registered vehicle, which might explain why Margery has caught so many people's attention. Today however we have seen two UK vans. One at Braga, and one on the aire with us tonight. All is calm this evening. The weather is a little cooler, and the events of yesterday seem like a dream.
We are glad we bought an extra five liters of drinking water yesterday. The people who bought 60 liters, yes really, and twelve liters of milk, numerous tins of fish, and multiple bags of BBQ charcoal probably didn't need to shop too much this weekend. We live in uncertain times. Worryingly times. The events of showed yesterday we mustn't become complacent
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