Young bird first in line for breakfast this morning, followed an hour or so later by the older one. As well we’re leaving Saturday or we might have a whole flock.
Last trip to Lidl today, combined with a search for Yellowfish, the most highly rated of the airport transfer operators. Operator may sometimes be the word for it, too. The transfer that got us here from the airport was an excellent price and good service. However a little googling reveals that they have a horrible record for showing up for the return trip. Fortunately we only booked one way with them but quite a lot of people said they didn’t show up, didn’t answer the emergency number, or actually hung up on them. So Yellowfish. Like many transfer services they stop only at hotels. We arranged to be dropped at Hotel do Cerro on arrival, which worked fine as it’s only a block away. Yellowfish doesn’t list it or any other hotel near us, and there’s not much point in arguing with a computer form. Well, maybe if we spoke to them in person.
They show up on the map, not far from Lidl and Aldi. Uphill, but what isn’t. I plot it on the map, read the online directions, take screenshots of the aerial photo, zooming in on the tricky turns. What could go wrong? Actually, nothing much in finding the location - just no sign of anything called Yellowfish. Maybe there are no visible premises. Just one bloke in his kitchen with a phone and a laptop? Ask a man who is emerging from a house in pretty well the exact location. Yes, years ago, but....He hesitates. Moved, I supply. Yes, near the train station. He explains a little more, but my mind closes down at the word kilometres. Plural. Obrigado. Thank you.
Happily, we’re almost at Lidl, so stop for bread, cherry tomatoes, cheese, mushrooms, tonic, clementines, and chocolate. Take a slightly different route home and are astonished to find ourselves in the old town all right, but at the other end from where we expected. Not lost, just surprised. Nothing is parallel around here.