The river Douro separates the two sides of Porto, Portugal. One side has the district (originally its own town) of Vila Nova de Gaia that houses many of the famous Port
wine companies (Sandemans, Calem, Burmester, Cockburns, Ferreira and others)
including the storage and shipping facilities. In classic human style of
working around a problem – the industry sprung up on this side of the river to
get around the tax the local bishop put on exporting anything from the main
town.
There are a range of people, ages and nationalities on
board. I am seated at the table with a lovely couple from Paris. Dali
(short for Delilah) and Nicola – both work at the Louvre (where they
met) and Dali, in her spare time is an English tutor, a translator, a
composer/song writer and a jazz singer (as you do). There is another couple at the table with
from Florida. She speaks impeccable French
(8 years of tutoring twice a week).
Other languages – Spanish – “Where did you learn that?” “We’ve both lived in Florida most of our
lives but both from Cuba”
Dali gives me a couple of sites to check out her music – I
listen to it that night – and am mesmerised by it. What a voice and talent! www.myspace.com/daligroup
At another table are a group I strike up a conversation with
and join for the train leg of the return journey home with two brothers and one
of their lovely wives. They, too, are
from the US (Southern California) but spend about 4-6 months travelling each
year. Chuck Angyal is a retired eco-architect and
Yvonne is a designer and photographer.
They have a great philosophy about life “Our moto in life: collect as many positive
experiences and friends rather than personal possessions.”
Chuck has a special place in his heart for New Zealand having travelled
there many years ago and been adopted by the locals. Some of the stories he told sounded hilarious
(and just the tip of the iceberg). You
can check out some of Yvonne’s work at www.yaphotos.net
Chucks brother is
equally larger than life – very down to earth.
He owned a blueberry farm in the US in a previous life so we set to
talking horticulture (wish I had a pocket edition of Carolann with me for
this!) and talk on the train journey home about different places we’ve been and
setting the world to rights.
There are some marvels of engineering I have seen on my trip
so far. This was a chance to sample
another one. The river Douro has a
series of dams and locks. As the
riverboats cruise through it, we ascend the locks. Nothing special about that – except the sheer
height of this one - 35m (the highest in Europe). The gates close behind us and the water rises
at 5m per minute (that’s a huge volume pumping in). 20 minutes later we are 35m above the river
point below us and merrily on our way down the next section of river.
A great though short stay in Porto – to be commemorated with
a bottle of Vintage Calem port (thanks for the recommendation, Rita (our tour
commentator)). I won’t get to knock the
top off until I am safely ensconced and can share it with my next hosts in the
south of France. See you there.
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