Portugal accounts for about 50% of the world's cork production and makes it into all sorts of products. The obvious ones but also Hats, coats, skirts, handbags, and shoes. There is a great shop in Silves which JC had found and bought me a handbag as a Valentine gift. So we spent a good hour sculling around in there with one hand on Kicker's collar in case he thought the cork was still on the tree!
Set off for Evora. Out of Sivles there is a very minor road which takes us the to the main Northerly route. Unfortunately we took a wrong turn out of the town and only realised after driving up hill and down dale for quite a while. When we discovered where we were it was quicker to continue along what had become a very, very, minor lane to Sao batholomeu de Messiness. As we turned into the village my eye caught a sign with a lorry shown side on and an arrow running from bumper to number and the número 6m over it. JC who was on the helm and looking steadfastly ahead said he didn't see it, and as I had never seen one similar I decided to forget it.
Jane took us down a small road which looked like it was a dead end with the railway line running across it. As we reached the end of the road we saw the road continue left down a steep hill. The actual road was very narrow with high sided narrow pavements either side and then solid walls. At the bottom of the hill there was an a tunnel under the railway line, but the angle was so acute and the space so small, we could now understand the sign. After much backing and tooing, with some froing, and the usual bickering. JC drove her through. ( I thought we agreed we wouldn't get into these scrapes anymore).
Camping Orbitur at Evora was very pleasant and apart from the fact that we used the wrong hose to fill up our water tank (I can't bear to think about it), all was well.
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Location:Evora
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