Sometime last week, on a whim, I decided to drive up north to Odeceixe (not sure how to pronounce that either). I tend to do more things ‘on a whim’ lately. They don’t always work out, but it does make life more interesting.
I’d been sheltered from the constant rain under a roofed parking space ever since the van appeared to have developed a leak somewhere, although my mom pointed out that I might just have left the skylight window open. I don’t think I’d be that careless, but on the other hand, I wouldn’t be surprised either.
After some 1,5 hour of constant elevation changes, a thousand-and-one turns, the usual navigational mishaps, and a brief stop for lunch I arrived there just before dawn.
Thinking I’d stay for the night and explore the surroundings the next morning, I parked my van on top of a cliff and walked around to take some photos.
Occasionally looking up from my viewfinder I saw the skies getting ever darker and, as I realized Thor seemed to be in a particularly foul mood, I did not want to risk another wet pillow session.
So, on another whim, I decided to drive back all the way south again.
Only this time in complete darkness, in a major thunderstorm, and going downhill in 5th gear in steep, curvy descent, trying to keep up with the local in front of me who, unknowingly, did me a major favor by showing me where the turns were.
In a different life I’d be a great rally racer.
And in yet another different life I’d probably be dead.
Here’s to life!