I can’t dress today up no matter how I hard I try. The breakfast was good from the hotel in Fatima., I ate loads. Once the cycling started, it never got better. So boring, the scenery never changed.
When I arrived in Santarem the hostel lifted my mood. It was good, very good and great value. There was a hose to wash down the bike and a garage for safekeeping.
The interior had just finished a full refurbishment. It was made to look very industrial, with steel beams on show, unpainted newly plastered walls and work like tables and chairs in the communal areas.
I settled into my four bed dormitory room. There was only me occupying the room so that was great. Shortly afterwards I ventured out for a walk. Not far, I just needed something to eat for dinner. I got plenty of nuts and fruit, went back to my room and ate the lot. Now I was full. A couple of hours for relaxing and then I went to sleep.