A Trail smelling like the ocean
In the life of a Hiker it comes a time, almost inevitably, a tremendous will to embark on a great adventure.
This comes with time, with the security that walked paths bring, and the need to overcome one’s limits. But it comes mainly from the urgency to extend the effect of the trails done before, when it is possible, when you can fit them in the race of life. That effect makes you stronger, balances, renovates, you don’t want to let it go but invariably it ends up fading away.
And when the urgency comes, even if too many things cross your path, what is urgent eventually ends up happening. And the Fishermen’s Trail happened. Four available days, a will, an urge. There was no reason for it not to happen.
The Fishermen’s Trail is part of the Rota Vicentina and has four stages, almost all of them by the sea, between Porto Covo and Odeceixe.
Rota Vicentina includes part of the Historical Path, between St. Vicente Cape and Sines, which is part of the Transeuropean Long Distance Path connecting Sagres to St. Petersburg.
The first two stages are hard because great part of the path is made on sand, but the reward is infinite. In the fourth and fifth stages, beautiful beaches appear, some of them already known, but now they are seen from a different perspective and with different eyes. The arrival at the Odeceixe beach could only be better with a soundtrack – the climax at the end, like in the movies.
Just a few days from the end of the Trail, the image of the sea won’t let go. The image and the sent. And the memory of cold water swimming, which even felt warm, that washed away the fatigue and prepared the muscles for what was still there to walk. And that, shall remain forever.
I could go on and write so many things about the Fishermen’s Trail of the Rota Vicentina. I could write about the cliffs always changing its colours, the bays, the fishing harbours, the seagulls, the dunes, the plants, the Camarinhas, the smells that fill your soul with memories and about the Ocean that is always there, pointing the way so there will be no losses or mistakes. But, at the end of four days and almost 80 km I just want to quote Frédéric Gros (recently introduced by my Friend The Escapist):
“There is a moment when you walk several hours that you are only a body walking. Only that. You are nobody. You have no history. You have no identity. You have no past. You have no future.”
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