Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Convento De Cristo, 1

We took Jane's advice and back-tracked 30 miles or so to Tomar to see the Convento de Cristo, the World Heritage castle and convent that dates from the 12th century. The site was the work of the Knights Templar, who, along with the Teutonic Knights and the Knights Hospitallier were among the most famous international military orders of the high middle ages. Yes, military orders, religious military orders, as defended and justified by no less than the pope-maker Bernard of Clairvaux. The Knights Templar were founded in Jerusalem in the early 1100s and had several notable victories against Saladin, who, alas, ultimately prevailed. They were a sort of Christian kamikaze corps who thought nothing of 90% casualties. "Merely a flesh wound." Their mission was to hold Jerusalem, protect Christian pilgrims, and most importantly, protect Christian pilgrims' property. For this latter, they became bankers, of a sort, devising letters of credit whereby the wealthy pilgrim could deposit funds in his home town but draw funds (from Templar ATMs) on the way to the Holy Land. As soldiers they were moderately successful for a time, but as bankers, they were spectacularly successful, becoming spectacularly wealthy, as religious orders did in those times. And as happened with the other orders in the later middle ages, their great wealth and power aroused the envy and enmity of kings, particularly Philip of France, who accused them of heresy (and much, much worse, unmentionable here) and ultimately persuaded the puppet-pope to have them disbanded and their properties transferred "elsewhere." This worked well for France, but in Portugal, King Dinis was a Templar fan, especially since, having failed to hold the Holy Land, the Templars were now involved in the Iberian re-conquista. So he merely changed their name from Knights Templar to Knights of Christ, and everything carried on as if nothing had happened. Sort of like Sambo's morphing into Denny's. Anyhow, that is the gist of it (thank you, Wikipedia) although there much more, actually interesting, to me, on the Web. And elsewhere.

Castle wall; note inclined buttressing structure...inclined
so as to prevent siege engines from nudging up against the
walls; so , I wonder, why didn't Gondor think of this in
Return of the King?

















Christian arrow slit things in the walls

In the castle, approaching the convento...remember the rotunda...
muy importante

Ruined bits of the castle

The other Manueline door; impressive enough
for me; we'll see a closer up later, and also the
famous Manueline door

The first of several cloisters

Gorgeous everywhere

Double-decker Gothic cloister


Another view of the famous Knights' Rotunda

Now approaching the Knights' Rotunda, from
the nave of the church (rather like the Aachen
cathedral, methinks)

Within; designed with the Holy Sepulchre in
Jerusalem in mind

Over the top eastern...

Although the rotunda is 12th century, the paintings in it are
mostly 15th-16th...here is St. Anthony preaching to the fish
(St. Francis had already done the birds)

But some of it is much, much older...here, a very old St.
Christopher

Abiding images of an incredible place...


Fun With Gordon and Jane*

We last saw Jane and Gordon in 2013, after they had generously stored our US camper in their garage/barn over the fall and winter at their home near Cadeilhan/Gers, west of Toulouse. Since then they have moved to Portugal, and, as in France, are building/renovating a home there, near Mouriscas. Gordon is the builder, who seems to sub-contract very little. With them were John and Maureen, fellow RVers, who also have a rig, and a daughter, in NZ and visit often there. We hope to see them there next winter. In any case, we had a fine two days, great food, sharing travel and other stories, and getting travel information from Jane, who seems to have been everywhere in this part of the world. Thanks again, Jane and Gordon.
Jane, Gordon, and Vicki

Looking from the pool/outdoor kitchen/dining toward the house




























*Fun with Dick and Jane was the young reader series in the US from which everyone in our generation learned to read.

Monday, May 29, 2017

Obidos, 2017

From the Foz we headed inland to Obidos, a town we had visited and much enjoyed in December of 2009. (http://roadeveron.blogspot.pt/2010/01/obidos.html; I know, I know). Not so much in 2017. Although my pix don't show it, the place was over-run with tourists that Saturday. We bought our Obidos Ginja, walked the main street until we could stand no more, and moved on. Sometimes you really can't go back. Especially on weekends as high season approaches.
Vicki walking along the (dry) aqueduct from the RV parking lot

Tour bus #13 was just arriving as we approached the city wall

It's a beautiful little town if you can see past the trinket shoppes
and fellow tourists



Interesting bookstore we did not see in 2009





Still processing this one...

Very old press

We should have left main street and walked the upper town
(number of people varies inversely with the square of the
distance from the parking lot and with the cube of the distance
above the parking lot); but we didn't

Friday, May 26, 2017

Foz Da Sizandro

So after Cabo da Roca we drove further north, stopping in Ericeira, the European Surf City, to see whether there really are two girls for every boy. There weren't, so, after provisioning at the Continente, we drove further north to the beach at Foz da Sizandro and its aire de camping-cars. The beach runs maybe a couple miles between the cliffs, but it's no swimming beach. Even on a very calm late spring day, the surf is pretty impressive here, at least to this land-lubber.
The aire, us on the far right, closer to land in case of tsunami; a big dune
separates the aire from the beach; fortunately

Path along the cliffs to the south of us

Fishing the big waters

Next morning, surfing class arrives (top of dune)

Out for an afternoon walk


Alas, at high tide, which is now, the waves actually breach
the dune; alarmingly; and cover the nice board walk; thus

Thus


These puppies are in the 8-10 foot range, in my humble
estimation

Ever alert for sneaker waves...

Cabo Da Roca

Cabo da Roca ("cape of rock") is mainland Europe's western-most point (not Sagres), and having been to Nordkapp some years ago (see http://roadeveron.blogspot.pt/2009/07/nordkapp-road-definitely-does-not-go.html), I was determined to see its western counterpart. We've probably been to the southern-most, whatever it is, and currently have no interest in going further east than we have already been (Ukraine). Whatever. I was determined, Vicki, looking at the map, was reluctant, but we proceeded on, despite the narrow twisting unimproved roads and Garmina's telling us repeatedly to turn left (or right) onto "unpaved road." A nice Portuguese couple offered us encouragement and direction, and, finally, we got there. On pavement, too.
En route; the Cape is a cliff and up high




Lots of bits have already fallen off


The view, pretty nice

The actual rock

More cliff bits

Neat place