I actually slept pretty well, even if I woke up multiple times this morning. I tried to drift back to sleep at four, then five, then six, before finally getting up for good around seven. For breakfast, I just grabbed some tea, biscuits, and the fruit I had in my room – a banana and […]

Up with the sun, or even before it. Definitely awake by six. I use the quiet time before breakfast to finally nail down the logistics for the next few days. The plan looks clear: today, Arrifana; tomorrow, Vila do Bispo, and from there, a bus to Sagres for the night. The following morning, I’ll bus

I’ve been tossing and turning since five AM. By six, I’m definitely checking emails and starting to pack. My American bunkmate heads out first, and I follow close behind. To avoid disturbing the others in the room, I repack my backpack in the kitchen, grab a quick breakfast, and by 7:20 AM, I’m out the

Worst night on the trail so far, hands down. Even though it was just two of us in a six-bed dorm, my bunkmate James rolled in late last night, bringing a thick boozy haze with him. Between the impossible-to-open window and a mattress that felt like a slab of concrete, sleep was a no-go. Still,