We fear the worst, but the invasion along the north coast suddenly ends and we have a relaxed coastal road below and sometimes nice hitchhikers with us. Spontaneously we book an Airbnb in the small sleepy fishing village of Porto Covo, where we watch a Hollywood-style sunset with a fresh bottle of Portuguese Mateus.
The village is popular for hikers. A well-known trail is passing the place, the Fisherman’s Path.
We have big plans for the following day, but I make a tragic mistake and learn a lesson. In Portuguese gasoline is called “Gasolino“, diesel is “Gasoleo“. Don’t confuse that.
After all, the tank could be pumped out again before the car choked on it.