Eleven thirty on Day zero, lunch at my place. Aldo turned up in the guise of a scout leader with his detailed pack of the journey. Thank heaven someone is organised. Mac looked fresh despite competing, and getting a PB at Sundays etape Caledonia.
Getting to Edinburgh was easy and uneventful, getting from Lisbon Airport to the Digs was not so.
Brian flew into Lisbon a few hours before us. And it only took us two hours after arriving to get the car, get it packed and reach our first night’s accommodation. I jumped in the car while MAC and Alan got the taxi. Being Brian’s passenger and navigator around the narrow streets of Lisbon was an experience, scarier for him than it was for me, I’m sure.
Good digs, good food but way passed my bedtime.