Loyal readers of this blog (and there are still a few) will know, from our coverage of The Saga of Trudy´s Kitchen, that we don´t like to leave things up in the air but prefer to follow them through to their conclusion.
One bit of unfinished business from last week was that of the statistics. The Leader had messed up his tracker and designated back-up PaulaDev could only send his figures after the deadline for publication, so last week´s Blog was a statistics free zone. Never mind; this week, you´ll get a double dose. In fact, so many statistics in so many ways of presentation that I need hardly write anything at all about the walk and need scarcely publish any photos other than those of Garmin screens. You will love it, I guarantee.
The Track for 25 July 2018
The track from Pedreira by Paul.
The Statistics for 25 July 2018
From Paul´s Garmin
which being translated gives us:-
Total Distance: 6.95 kms. Total Time: 2 hrs 11 mins.
Moving Time: 1 hr 41 mins. Average Movng Speed: 3.2 kph.
Total Ascent: 164 metres. (I thought it would have been more.)
More unfinished buisiness later on.
Now the track for 1 August 2018
From SatMap 12
From Paul´s ViewRanger
Lots of stats there but, as he carried on past the finishing point to the café before switching his device off, they are inadmissable for official purposes.
I was able to fiddle about a bit with Paul´s track to produce something more accurate as the length and also to provide a new twist on the old saying “there are lies, damned lies, and statistics and, now, falstistics.”
and finally, from my SatMap 12, the genuine, official figures for the day:-
Total Distance:- 7.73 kms. Total Time: 2 hrs 19 mins.
Moving Time:- 1 hr 49 min. Average Moving Speed:- 4.2 kph, which was not at all bad considering the amount of climbimg.
Total Ascent:- 284 metres. (pay no attention to the 153m figure.)
Now, if you can bear to tear yourselves away from all this absolutely fascinating data, we can move on to who took part. We were under some pressure to get going early because Ana at Café Terinho had warned us “DON`T BE LATE” for breakfast, and there we were, all ready to go at 7 a.m.precisely. Three generations of Frews to start with, and then 8 of the usual suspects..
Hazel, who is becoming quite a dab hand at this photography lark, gave us her take on the traditional Starter LineUp.
but when discipline was restored and she joined us, we lined up properly.
Starters:- James F, Benjamin F, Rod F, Paul, Antony F, Myriam, Terry, JohnH, Yves, Janet, Jill, Ingrid, Dina, Hazel. Plus Java, somewhere.
The first half of the walk involved a scramble up a rather overgrown hillside track, followed by an undulating ridge walk, and then a final steep ascent which concluded the climbing for the day and evoked gasps of admiration from all participants for the Leader´s persistence.
None shall pass.
On the ski slopes
Yves paused on one ridge for several long minutes in order to take long distance shots of the group as they negotiated the upper slopes. You can maybe just see him as a tiny red dot in this long shot by Hazel.
and this is what he managed to get, using his mobile phone
Next time we climb so high, he should bring his Big Bertha tele-zoom.
After that, it was all downhill through the wooded shade
and thre-quarters of an hour later we were back at Café Terinho Pará e Fica, at 9.15 am in good time for our 9.30 am breakfast. The only problem was that there was no sign of said breakfast . Our ladies helped Madame la Patronne prepare the tables; the odd coffee emerged, then bread, butter and jam – all very nice in their way but not, as our Hon Breakfastician remarked, the traditional way one starts the full English. And then we waited.
We were very patient. Then, at last, the first plate came out. Miraculously, for once it didn´t go to Yves, but to Janet; it was her her eggless “special”. She was obviously delighted but Paul, munching morosely on his bread and jam, could scarcely believe his eyes.
The plates that followed were more up to his expectations.
Ana is amused. Was it Antony´s beard or his Portuguese accent?
Now to the rest of the unfinished business.
First of all, a few weeks ago, we were asked to untangle this linguistic conundrum:-
“Why did the French chef take his own life in Portugal?
“Because he had lost the azeite!”.
As far as I know, nobody has come up with the solution.Yves did try to crack the egg but he made un beau gâchis dans la cuisine (or, as they say in Yorkshire, a reet dog´s breakfast) of it.
Any answers?
Secondly, more recently, Paul wrote:-
“ I did have an idea for an Epigram on international breakfasts which would require communal participation, but it is still undergoing feasibility studies.”
“Communal participation”. We can hardly bear the suspense.
2 comments:
Did the chef lose his bottle? We won't touch on his olives... let alone on the stones therein!
Strong hint: What is French (or perhaps Franglais) for olive oil?
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