A View From the Other Side: in search of

Up at 6 to depart at 7:20 for a train that left at 8:52, was probably too early, but previous bus lateness had us being a bit cautious.

The bus came immediately and we were at the station's indicator board, waiting in the cold morning, for 30 minutes until platform 5 came up, we waited on Platform 5 for over half an hour in the cold morning until our train arrived.

Not much to see as the windows are graffiti covered and the usual Portuguese fog was covering the landscape until midday.

On arrival in Caldas da Rainha, we had 2 ways to decide which was our way out. We chose poorly. But that was ok because there was a lift that would take us up to the walkway and we could then head in the right direction. The lift was broken.

But there was another lift on the train platform that we just came from, so across the tracks we walked and headed up the platform.

Then the staff member started yelling at us from the other platform to wait. We were pointing up to the sky (international language to indicate we were going to the lift). He finally realised that we weren't catching a train. We continued on our way.

I said "that building looks like it's art deco". I immediately fined myself 2 euros.

We walked down the typically bumpy footpaths, found our house, met the owner (who had just got out of major surgery) and headed out to explore.

Who would have thought that after all the hills we had walked, that a two hour train journey would finally break my body. Added to the inside and outside of the right knee, my back gave in, but we had to find the ceramic figures that were in various places around town, visit the ceramic shop, do general sightseeing and go to Lidl (a poor imitation of Aussie Aldi).