As part of a number of activities planned for a neighbouring city's annual festival Chocalhos, I got to walk on a Roman road.
The walk started from the local city hall and ended at the neighbouring town, which is straight on the other side of the local mountain range. It started pretty early with the traditional bell-bearers and then some goats (yes, tradition... they didn't come along on their own accord). We overtook the goats 'cos they were shitting all over the place, and began the uphill walk with a good rythm. Got to the other side in around an hour and then started descending towards the other town through the roman road. This took like half an hour.
This thing is in good condition and it's like 2000 years old and is still used by local people, which makes me even angrier to see local roads filled with holes 5 years after they've been built.
Whenever the trees allowed us to see beyond them, the view that greets the eye is pretty damn good. Sadly my cell phone's camera doesn't do it justice.
|Old meets new|
Arrived about half past ten in the morning. The locals were just waking up from last night's daze, but some of them were working hard at making pastries. Snatched a couple of those to refill energies and then waited for my ride back to town, although I wouldn't have had a problem if anyone asked me if I wanted to walk back.
|The walkers arrive|
|Great views all around|
If you ask me, it's one hell of a way to start a sunday. That was a lot of fun, good for the body, and great for the eyes.