In the morning there was another very sharp frost but the good news was that this meant another blue sky and an impressive sunrise over the River Ave. The hotel room was warm but the public areas were chilly, inadequate electric heaters were working to full capacity and the staff in the breakfast room were wrapped in woollies and fleeces and looked thoroughly cold and miserable. The man at reception lamented that it might be all right for us but for him it was painful to be so cold. I think he must have thought that we had come from the North Pole or something.
Outside was even colder and the roads were icy and treacherous but we weren’t driving today so this didn’t really matter except that there was a steep hill down to the river that was a bit difficult to negotiate. We crossed the river and trusting Kim’s instinct turned right to where she assured me would be the metro station. I was not convinced and after a while overruled her and made us turn in a different direction. Kim’s navigational skills are quite weak but on this occasion she was absolutely correct and when we stopped to ask for directions we were sent back the way that we had come and for once I was forced to acknowledge her superior sense of direction and at the second attempt we found the station and much to my embarrassment it was exactly where she said that it would be.
Although she was good at navigation this morning she wasn’t much help once we arrived at the station and we had to seek the assistance of a local lad in purchasing a ticket from the automatic machine and used all of the available six minutes before the tram arrived in going through the instructions, buying a ticket and then getting it validated and only just completed the procedure before it pulled into the station. It took about forty-five minutes to travel to Porto on the Bombardier Flexity Outlook low-floor dual-carriage ‘Eurotram’ and it stopped every few minutes to pick up and drop off more passengers. It was an impressive metro that was only started in 2002 and continues to be expanded and enlarged today and it stopped twenty-four times before we reached our stop at Trindade in central Porto.
I wasn’t sure what to expect from Porto because it is one of the most industrialised districts in Portugal, and Maia, one of Porto’s satellite cities, has the largest industrial park in the country. I thought it might be a bit grim but although I didn’t know it I was about to experience the wow factor! Based entirely on Kim’s earlier navigational fluke I allowed her to choose the direction to walk and she headed downhill and south where she confidently predicted that we would find the river. First we walked through the Praça da Liberade with a statue of King Pedo IV and impressive neoclassical buildings flanking it on either side and then we reached a busy junction and Kim took us south again on a road that took us to the City Cathedral, which is the oldest and most important building in the City.
From the terrace outside the Cathedral there were good views of the city and we were at once struck by the huge contrasts. Alongside modern hotels and banks there were houses that looked desperately poor with rotting windows, balconies that looked perilously unsafe and through the windows 1950s kitchens and old fashioned furniture and it was clear to see why (according to Eurostat) Portugal is the nineteenth poorest country in the European Union (out of twenty-seven) and easily the poorest in Western Europe.
The historical centre of Porto is now a declared UNESCO World Heritage Site and we were now approaching one of the six bridges across the River Douro, the Ponte Dom Luis I, which is an iron bridge designed by a student of Gustav Eiffel and built on two levels. From the top elevation there were unbeatable views of the river, the old town and Vila Nova de Gaia, a sister city on the other side of the river. The Douro is the eighth longest river in Western Europe (the eighteenth in all of Europe) and flows through Spain and Portugal and meets the Atlantic Ocean here at Porto. It was simply fabulous walking across the bridge, the sun was shining, the river was a glorious shade of deep indigo blue and the tiles on the coloured houses on either side reflected the sun and made everywhere look cheerful and happy. On the balconies of the houses people were opening the shutters and allowing the sun to fill their homes with welcome warmth following a bitterly cold night.
On the other side we walked through narrow streets of derelict houses where some families were hanging onto occupation that must surely end soon and down to the riverbank that had good views back across the other side of Porto. We were now in the city of Vila Nova de Gaia, which is where the city’s famous port lodges all have their cellars and sit side by side next to the river. On the water were flotillas of Rabelos, which are traditional sailing boats that used to transport the wine in barrels from the vineyards up river, but that was before the river was dammed in the 1950s and 1960s to prevent flooding in the city and to create hydro-electricity. Now the wine is brought to the City by road in tankers but that is not nearly so romantic or picturesque and these little boats are left here bobbing up and down in the water simply for the benefit of the tourists.
I went to Porto a few years ago and loved it!
Thanks for the comment. I liked it so much I went back four months later!
Happy memories, Andrew. I’m sure I’ll be back too, some day. 🙂
Thanks Jo. I am happy to include Porto in my favourite cities of Europe!
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Good thing you have Kim to navigate. 🙂 Love that last photo. Great composition.
Have you been to Porto Sue? It is your type of place but a bit hilly for cycling.
No we haven’t been Andrew. Our time in Portugal was short after cycling in Spain. Another place that we hope to explore further.
Those boats look fantastic, romantic. mysterious…such a shame couldn’t keep carrying the wine any more, at least in our minds, wine would have tasted better knowing it was carried on a wooden boat rather than driven in steel etc tankers
I couldn’t agree more!
Porto looks a great place ….interesting buildings, colour….
It is a wonderful. I liked it so much that I went twice!
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We also loved our two day stay in Porto. My dear husband had been many years ago and said there was nothing there! So was pleasantly surprised at how pretty it was. We have the same problems with navigation! Invariably DH is correct although on occasion he has to concede.
It is a fine city. Thank you for sharing your memories.