we would start the day at the edge of Porto Marine the trail would have us follow the Minho River that is so wide and still as it passes the town that it looks like a lake we started the day out passing pine and eucalyptus plantations which transitioned to native forest later in the day our path had a fairly gentle incline of 350 m of altitude gain over the first 12 km of the day a day that started off chilly but warmed up quickly our friend Brad wanted to walk at his own pace so we would meet him at Palast our end point for the day but first in Gronzar we would stop for breakfast on a sunny little patio the numbers on the way markers were going down quickly now with under 80 km to go we passed a herd of cattle casually being led down a central village village street presumably off to their field to graze for the day we weren’t asked to help this time we’ve grown accustomed to lunches of pork sandwiches and this one did not disappoint hello nobody looks like you like you we stopped at a bar that was curiously named after ants for a drink and a side of Arzua cheese with Quint it was so warm that Perry could stomach a beer such a brave soul and yes there were horse-sized ant statues at the ant bar [Music] reaching Palast our place to stay was a renovated old house called Casak Carla dinner would be at a well-known place in town that was quite small but we were on the ball and got a table as they opened for dinner we had a tapestyle meal featuring their specialty octopus and capped off with some ice cream no sprains no strains
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It is a lake. Miño was dammed in the sixties to create the Belesar reservoir andthe village of Portomarín ended up underwater – it was relocated to where it now stands. The knights hospitaller church was moved brick by brick to its current location