|Date:||Tuesday, Sep 20, 2016|
|Stop:||Casa de la Alameda, Albergaria-a-Velha 👎|
|Dist (Day/Total):||36/322 km|
|High Temp:||27 C/81 F|
A single thumbs up or down is simply an indication of whether I would stay there again or not. It is not a recommendation. A double thumbs up or down indicates that the place was great and I highly recommend it or absolutely awful and stay away.
For the first and only time during this trip the box breakfast, ordered the previous night, wasn’t available the next morning. The guy at the front desk said it was too early. It was 6:45 am and the time had been confirmed last night. His lackadaisical attitude made the situation even more irritating. But not much you can do about it and I was on my way.
It was overcast and foggy until about 11 am, which kept the temperature down. But even when the sun came out, it wasn’t as hot as it had been. Nice relief.
I got into Albergaria at around 3:30 pm and came across an albergue. There were several other pilgrims milling about. It was charming, bright, airy and open. They had beds in a dorm available but did not have any private rooms. It looked so nice that I considered it for a moment. But I still had my cough and that was going to be too annoying for everyone else in a dorm.
I headed to the next hostel, the Casa de la Alameda, which was closer to the town center and near the train station. They had private rooms but no private bathrooms. It was €15 for the night. But man it was spooky. Very dark, old, musty and creaky . It looked like something from a horror movie. It had a bar and restaurant on the ground floor but it was very dark also. There were heavy drapes on the few windows and it was pitch dark. A couple of light bulbs. Again, reminded me of a horror movie. Most of the tables were pushed together and it looked like it was being used as storage. There was nobody in there. The owner assured me that this is where they offered dinner and I could order a beer. It felt so uncomfortable that I thanked him and told him that I was going to walk around the little town.
Not much to see but as always there was a Chinese dollar store. Not sure what else to call it. Practically every town in Portugal seemed to have at least one of these. They are like dollar stores in the US and are crammed with inexpensive stuff – shoes, clothes, household items, toys, etc. Their stuff also poured out of the stores, taking up big chunks of the sidewalk.
Next to the Chinese store was the Ideias Bar and I stopped there for a beer. It was nice, clean and looked new. The current owner had recently taken over the bar and had revamped it, updating the menu. I returned for dinner. The food was just ehhhh.