To Odeceixe ... and back

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.

Power lines - my latest fascination

Power lines - my latest fascination

German engineering, Dutch ingenuity

German engineering, Dutch ingenuity

Grass fed

Grass fed

Greener pastures

Greener pastures

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.

Too steep for my money.

Too steep for my money.

The locals must have calves the size of tree trunks.

The locals must have calves the size of tree trunks.

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!

3.2s exposure with a rock functioning as a tripod.

3.2s exposure with a rock functioning as a tripod.