Foz

I’ll keep this one fairly brief.

Our campsite, FozCamp, was very pleasant with a slope that required judicious use of levelling ramps. It was essentially on the coast though there was a road in between the site and the sea. The couple running the site were delightful.

We actually had grass, for once, which we couldn’t make use of it because what was not pleasant was the weather; we had two days with frequent rain and wind.

In one of the breaks in the rain we took the coastal footpath into Foz itself, a meandering walk of about 30 minutes watching breakers on the coastal rocks. Foz itself I would probably describe as utilitarian, the buildings being not particularly attractive.

There is a more direct return route to the campsite on foot, cutting out the twists and turns of the coastal path, which takes about 15 minutes.

Leader Andy recommended one restaurant which, sadly, was one of those closed on a Monday. Francine and I wandered back in on Monday to look at other options intent on finding some seafood. We eventually settled on Casa Damian and chose a Parillada de Pescada, a fish platter. When it arrived, the platter was huge – too huge, truth be told.

The platter was mainly composed of several large sections of large fish, though it did include some token seafood – clams, which I thought were excellent though Francine found them too rich with butter and garlic, and scallops. A lot of this was always going to go back.

The restaurant was very busy with Spanish; we seemed to be the only foreigners there. The menú del día was very popular but with three courses these are usually too much food for us at lunch (said the man with a massive platter of fish). The idea of tinned peaches for dessert didn’t grab, either.

Once we could move again, we tried to walk off our excess of food.