Portugal 2021 - Day 6 - the day the rains came

Being in the mountains is almost always awe inspiring. Except when it lashes it down and you can't see further than the end of your own arm so are thus unable to experience the grandeur of your surroundings. This, unfortunately was the case on day 6. It absolutely hammered it down for the a large part of the morning and most of the afternoon. 

However, a brief break in the weather gave us cause to try a hillside walk above manteigas. A mile or so in though, our meander became a logistical nightmare for two key reasons:

1) The presence of an enormous, untethered, and rather angry dog who was guarding the path we needed to take - like cerberus itself. 

2) the return of the rains - in epic fashion. 

With respect to issue number one, we managed to find an alternative path to avoid the hound from hell, but despite decent waterproof gear, ultimately it was the relentless downpour that stopped us in our tracks.

With further excursions unlikely for the day, we settled for that most Portuguese of traditions. Eating meat and cheese and drinking wine for the afternoon at the local queijaria (cheese gaff).

This turned out to be a much better plan, although Liz was struck down by that occupational hazard of holidaying; the food coma.