Well, here we are. Time to head home, back to the family and all the grown-up stuff. All good things must end, but man, this one was worth every single step! I absolutely soaked up every moment of the entire Fisherman’s Trail adventure, the good bits and the tough ones alike. Honestly, I’m looking forward to getting […]

After epic days on the coast, it was time to shift gears and head for the Portuguese capital. The Fisherman’s Trail left a good chunk of kilometers under my belt, but that just makes the contrast with modern Lisbon all the more enjoyable. Today was all about the journey and a first peek at the Oriente district.

I have to take back everything I said before – the absolute worst night of the entire trip happened last night. The bed was soft, but saggy and worn out, so I was wide awake by 4:30 AM. On top of the insomnia, my stomach started rumbling. Hunger hit hard. Around seven, I managed to

Slept better, finally adapting to local time, or maybe yesterday’s easier day helped. Though, truth be told, I still tossed and turned on those springy hotel beds, my shoulder aching. It doesn’t bother me much on the trail, but a night in a proper bed really did a number on it. Woke up, as usual,