The Long Walk

The long walk (Serra de Estrella) Crossing from France to Portugal, my car got stuck in the snow, on the mountain of Sierra de Estrella It was the year when much snow fell, but I walked on coming down, I felt like Moses and his tablets. It was getting warmer; the first to go was my coat and tie, later my trousers jacket Over Alentejo, it was hot; I traded my trousers with a tramp who gave me his shorts and sandals. When I arrived in Vilamoura, I was stopped by the police and asked who I was. “English, I Said.” “No, you are not.” “Yes, I’m” “No, you are not a proper English man who will always wear socks with his sandals.”