Well the Rio Dao was never the destination, only the direction of travel . . . and since it was close, it seemed silly not to call by and say hello . . .
The bus dropped me in Mangualde and less than two hours walking along the road to Penalva brought me to a bridge over the river and a side road alongside came to the Chapel of Our Lady of the River in time for the 11am chimes.
So much for the Dao, on with the adventure . . . a quick walk back to Mangualde and the 3pm bus to Porto . . . and Cassandra, who has walked part of the Caminho Portugues, visited Taize in France and points me in the direction of the Youth Hostel, which is along the river Douro, near the sea . . . my room-mate, Roland from France greets me with the enthusiasm of someone who thought they had the 4 bed dormitory to themselves . . . three Italian pilgrims are friendlier . . . and there appears to be a group of young folks from France . . . young people, in a youth hostel, whatever next?
A day of sightseeing tomorrow, then on the trail to Santiago . . . again . . .
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